barf

why every time when something hurts someone, always comes up and wants to make it worse?, i'll never make the cover of a rolling stone, but at least i know my life's my own, on my back porch what it will mean. on my notes tell me what they'll mean. splitting up the difference between one and two, doesn't make a difference between me and you, what the signs they say the trucks are weaving back, and forth on any day but sunday at four o' clock, and the meter's running too late, now put your quarter in and you know you won't be found. i know inside that you're afraid of me, i've become all the things, that i said i would be something more, than rehearsed the pain i feel contained, i look in the mirror and i saw someone else.