work in progress

I'd like to thank you... for motivating me to wreak some shit tonight.
With my heartstrings stretched this tight, i've got some impulses i'm not even gonna try to fight.

See i'm a good guy, with a bad side, and a bad habit of letting shit slide... but after tonight... i'm gonna break that bad habit... and it'll be the last thing i ever thank you for.

Because frankly... i'm exhausted.

Not that tame tried tired of too many sleepless nights... or even the well earned waking dead shamble won by working well past weary...

No, picture burning the candle at both ends...
with blowtorches,
and girls, or bad friends...
well... they're some kinda suped up butane,
and conversations with em's, a constant strugle with the profane,
and your name...

aint shit.

Just the fuckin match.

A match... something you and I never were...

But the bad ones have a tendency to come back around,
and hit me up, when my defenses are down.

and rebuilding those walls, is what'll finally do me in.

so, fuckem.

I'm gonna fill the fractures with the freedom i find in expediating the process.

i'm gonna tear them down. Wreck shit all around. I've found, new girls and friends and these mother fuckers are down. And fuck candles... our fuel burns cities to the ground.

and we're finding sweetness in our sleeplessness... and we wont feel alive, until we're exhausted.

So thanks again. For tonight. For stretching me tight. For the motivation.

Cause snappin...

has been pretty damn good for me