This week’s wild! Is everyone around you acting like an animal? I’m halfway to hula with the nonsense going on around me. But tell me, tell me, why is it that the people you knew are changing every day? Maybe they are changing after all. Good for them! It could as well be true that your own perspective has been changing.
It’s a hard pill to swallow, that you aren’t the person you used to be, isn’t it? What if the only thing changing about your world is the lens through which you view it? It doesn’t mean you’re any lesser– far from the truth. That means you’re reaching a further point in your maturity. That’s something I can get behind. Glisten and glimmer, you golden child of opportunity.
Hey, have you ever listened to Panic At the Disco? I’ve become a fan lately. Their song, Roaring Twenties struck a chord with me in a way I didn’t expect. A blast on a track, that one. If you don’t tighten your belt, you’ll lose your pants with the way this one moves you. Just, close the door before you start stripping and showing off, you selfish little deviant, you.
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Greed and Guilt
Make me or break me, I’m evil
Everyone’s playing pretend
Maybe I’m ugly and malice above me
But how in the hell will I mend
Watch me disintegrate
Painting the interstate
Lover and loser galore
Maybe I’m drinkable
Do the unthinkable
Options we’ve got to ignore
The abscess diving deeper in my heart
Is just a bulls-eye’s throw apart
This isn’t funny
Though I’m laughing
Hold me
While I’m crashing
Maybe I’m a joke, but I’ll never grow old
Maybe I’m a joke, but I’ve never been told
Somebody laugh at my outfit
Looks like a whatchamacallit
Kick in my sternum before we get burning
Explain at the gates how I bought it
If they reject me
Will you protect me
Places I’ve been with your smile
Am I cut out for it
Or will it hurt a bit
My innocence feels every mile
The abscess diving deeper in my heart
Is just a bulls-eye’s throw apart
This isn’t funny
Though I’m laughing
Hold me
While I’m crashing
Maybe I’m a joke, but I’ll never grow old
Maybe I’m a joke, but I’ve never been told
Banks never looked too discerning
Give them a boost to their learning
Rats would look rich if we edit the picture
Keep the deceit machine churning
Maybe I’ll instigate
What if I integrate
Bring me my basket of worries
But if they hear my voice
Can I expect rejoice
Or beaten with rackets by furries
The abscess diving deeper in my heart
Is just a bulls-eye’s throw apart
This isn’t funny
Though I’m laughing
Hold me
While I’m crashing
Maybe I’m a joke, but I’ll never grow old
Maybe I’m a joke, but I’ve never been told
Not funny
Though I’m laughing
Hold me
While I’m crashing
Maybe I’m a joke, but I’ll never grow old
Maybe I’m a joke, but I’ve never been told
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Never Let Go? Nah. Just Go!
How many times can we go around the AA circle, asking where our energy is most spent? I’d spent years caring more about others than myself because as a child I was hardwired to do so. But if we need to be kind instead of follow our own ambitions, doesn’t that just mean we kept our nose out of trouble? I think it’s time I stopped worrying what others thought, and didn’t look back. It’s finally time to be greedy.