there's too much thinking going on in my head, and too much feeling going on in my chest. so i block it all out, and it still tunes me in. questions, so many questions b/c of so many thoughts, and it's all real fast like a pop line of fire crackers popping a million times a second.

i wanna sit here and there and talk about what i feel, but what does it matter? it doesn't effect much else, and what if there was a truth in those first defensive words? i'm just throwing down the armor like losing a bulletproof vest in a fire fight. but yeah, like i said, just too many thoughts running through my head over and over. over thinking is a specialty of mine by now. and getting over it takes a little work, but all'll be fine as rain when the dreams go away in the morning.

so for a lighter conclusion. i'm probably the luckiest white boy this side of the milky way.