Me: Dad, does it ever get easier?
Dad: No, you just get better at holding on for dear life!
These Days
These days all I got is tomorrow
Holding on for dear life, this wild ride
Today is worse then yesterday and tomorrow
Well we can only hope for better
These days I barely sleep at night
Even though I’m always tired in the light
Times are rough, getting harder
Encouragement is rare, and a smile expensive
I won’t be forever young, I’m dying too
Alphaville lied, I’m just getting older
Lonely nights are getting longer
Sunlight getting shorter even in the summer
Today dying young seems better
Dying with value is better then dying spent
Living forever young is only good in movie
But in life I age and break apart
These days I dream about company
Leaning on her leaning on me
Perfection in my minds eye, its a dream
A good dream, miss it then its a nightmare
Time is not on my side right now
What if I miss her, what if she missed me
Star crossed lovers that never meet
Now that’s a nightmare
These days I’m holding onto the past
The future is to unsure for me
I can see the past clear as day
Relive it again in my minds eye
Tomorrow is never coming to any of us
Its always today on this side of the hill
And the grass to speak of isn’t green
Fuck, there isn’t even any grass
Illusions of friends lie to you
Telling you about love and hate
When all they can speak of is hate
What is love? I’m too hurt to know
when you sip your coffee on a rainy morning and your glasses steam up
if i ever marry a man who likes to smoke pipes, i will buy this for you.
(Source: thecarycollection, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
