Archives for September 2000

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surround
Fri, 07 Jul 2000 21:49:12 -0400
Capo 3rd Em D Em Cadd (asus2)

I've got nothing to say 
 - did you think it'd go any other way
I've been holding it all in 
 - asphyxiate and now i've gone astray
somewhere in my mind i knew all the words i had meant for you
I was trying to be kind but now i just want to hurt you...

I've got nowhere to run and it's no fun
 - and you know i am hiding something
where it won't be found deep under ground 
 - under these sounds hiding under these

sounds surround me all around my 
body i can't see past your light your
skin this day this dimness i am 
surrounded i am surrounded by...

i'm out of my age staring into the sun
 - i remember being young 
it's so far in my mind 
 - it's not the same after you've spent some time
out in the life it won't apologize for the scars it leaves
on you and me on me yours are more obscure
 -  looks decieve

sounds...

i am bitter just ask me how i taste 
like the salt over your shoulder 
this is no kindof way for me to be
don't you see you and me
i've got things to lay out on the table
lay me down..
sounds...

this is no kinda way to be
i can't say say how i'd see things eye to eye 
maybe i can i can escape some kind of way 
but i haven't found a thing to say
i've got nothing to say

Viktor is entirely packed and ready to go, and yet unexplicably still very much here. Yes, him and his stupid Adult Contemporary radio station. Meanwhile, i think all of the negative energy i have been manifesting towards him (and all the non-effective passive agressiveness) has now backfired and made me sick. Yes, i feel sick. Ever since the middle of high school i stopped getting sick, but i started getting very sick every so often. This past Christmas i was couch-bound with a a fever that was over 103 degrees. I was hoping that my next near-death experience wouldn’t occur for at least another year, but i might be wrong. Either way, i try not to dwell on sickness unless i have to because that just makes it worse. I left the room to play guitar (i had been playing quietly in the room, but then he turned on the stereo and walked out) and suddenly found myself burning up. Back in the room, i feel under control. Either our air conditioner is working wonders, or i am literally making myself sick by not voicing my complaints. Just 24 more hours… 24 more hours… everyone, repeat after me, 24 more hours…