atlas

i stare out of my window, and i look at my neighbors, and take notes on being normal, how to wave and be nice, or talk to a child, or offer a hand or actually smile, maybe i'll learn how to talk to people, maybe i'll learn how to laugh, maybe i'll end up just like my dad, but i just don't feel like a grown up yet, i stare out of my window and i count the days, cause my life's so fucking pointless, i could talk and be nice or light up a joint, or go be a friend, but what is the point?, maybe i'll learn how to talk to people, maybe i'll learn how to laugh, maybe i'll end up just like my dad, but i just don't feel like a grown up yet, but i just don't feel like a grown up yet, but i just don't feel like a grown up yet, but i just don't feel like a grown up yet