Sunday, December 23, 2007

nine inch nails lyrics

it's late (early?) and the radio is on. radios. empty house, wet city. pounding dance music in hot rooms with paired-off drunks and toys. 2:30 starts to sound early, i start to sound bored. i want to sound like nothing. at all. these high school sunrise pants are almost as depressing as the laundry on the bed. weekends are too long, i need something more more more than kleenex. buy a friend and ignore a crowd, age quietly and lose all your loose change. i should cast off the purposefully hopeless attachments to invisible futures that tie me down and paralyze (comfort) me. today was forgotten and tired.


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