Saturday, December 10, 2005
2:55 am
These days seem so surreal. Like I'm just going on clockwock and watching myself from a distance, wondering when I'm gonna zap back into my body and live again.
When I wake in the morning
I want to blow into pieces
I want more than just ok
more than just ok.
When I'm up with the sunrise
I want more than just blue skies
I want more than just ok, more than just ok
Not giving up, giving up, not giving up now.
Not giving up, giving up, not backing down.
More than fine, more than bent on getting by
More than fine, more than just ok
When I'm lit with the sunrise
I want more than just a good timeI want more than just ok
more than just ok.