I hear so many songs that have spoken to me all my life. Sometimes I hear the lyrics wrong yet most of the time what I hear are folks like me. Artists expressing their raw pain. A lot of these lyric writers are drunks. Like me. They suffer like me. And some of them "died" like me. I think they "get it" when I hear them say I'm tired of seeing pretty people everywhere. I want to fuck this guy I think. Like sex people. ;) Because me too! Me too. I want to shove my fist up in the air and say me too! You get me. You so get me. Because I write this stuff too. How I'm sick of all the fake shit. How I want real. Real people that cut themselves to tell us why. Why. What happened to you. I don't want to say instead you and your story are nasty. I want to hold their hands. Stick our middle fingers in the air and tell all the loser haters to Fuck off too. You know. My type, rockstars. Except yeah I'm a starving homeless lifeless don't wash my hair artist middle finger in the air ;)
God. How much would I love to lay around in my underwear with my head on "his" chest and the guitar on "his" lap and write lyrics all day about everyone we hate. David you're an asshole middle finger in the air....I just wonder how I didn't marry a drummer sometime before. One did want to grab me up at his Counting Crow Concert. But well. I don't really like "fame"....so. But just I want to live these dreams. Not keep being told I can't. Part of this is getting my own "lyrics" out. Yesterday while watching reality TV I see a celebrity talking about how they once had "anal worms". I about spit out my coffee. This sweet pretty thing sayin that live on TV. I didn't find her nasty. I though fist bump sister. They asked her if it were painful no, just itchy. You rock. All of you sticking your middle fingers in the air.
Love you. ❤️