It's almost twelve o'clock.Im sitting in my-really-old chair,looking at my left arm cause i just discovered it's been covered in liquid cheese,and trying not to think about my too-long-fringe that constantly gets in my eye.
The good thing is,im thinking about everything else except for THEM.
Yes,they are two.almost everybody knows that.
But not anymore.
At least the one is gone for me.
Dissapointment it's called,and is actually one of the most enlightening feellings.
You see,when someone dissapoints you,there is a moment of total clarity.
You just open your eyes and wonder:
What have i been doing all this time?What was I thinking?Why didnt i see these stuff earlier?Why did i have to fall in order to realise that i was heading onto a FUCKIN PRECIPICE?HUH?
...aaand you get it i guess.
At least i finaly realised it,and it's not too late.
Actually it's never too late.
Most of the times is actually too early.
And as a wise-man-whose-name-i-cant-recall-right-now said:
"The death that doesnt kill you is the worst one"
...I know it's 
First, I love the picture.
ReplyDeleteSecond, we need to talk.
Third, yeah I know Pix Lax can be depressing but in such an awesome and makes-sense sort of way. I love the lyrics (you know me: I'm inspired by everything).