Why’d you have to get all crazy and hate me?
Why’d there have to be a fat ass in all my day dreams?
I think the lightest I ever feel is when I’m hungover with some friends and it’s early in the morning and there is passive small talk among us. When pretty much everyone has a pillow or blanket over their face because the blinds ever work well enough and we feel like shit. Our vocal chords are torn but still speak on the night before and everyone wants breakfast but getting up isn’t worth it. Even if I wake up earlier than everyone, there’s something about the unity of it all. There’s something that comes with my soft posture and gentleness that makes me feel light. There’s a calm in the room that no one wants to disturb. It’s just quiet and I feel light.
I’ve got you until I have to piss
I sleep so often because I’d rather dream