I'm not exactly sure when I decided
that keeping a journal was lame,
but yelling the exact same thoughts at people
was not only acceptable, but worth doing.
Well there are days when I'm tired,
and I wonder how many more songs like this
people could ever care to listen to.
Not quite self-deprecation,
but I think it's of value to explore,
when picking apart my head seems like
the only thing I like to do
So take me out of this city,
can we go sleep on a beach?
I need a campfire, need a drink,
need to tear my throat up.
Because I hate having to wonder
if my motives are pure;
wish I could act without having to ask
where every notion comes from.
And there will be days where I'm not at my best,
and there will be days where, even at my best,
I still feel disposable.
And ain't that the kind of shit
that makes you want to get
"Just Alright" tattooed
across your forehead