keys in my pocket, weiging me down as a tear open the door and feel the frigid air envelop my lungs. i'm awake, breathing steadily, smoke from my lips before the lighter in my coat is ever taken out, and looking for a reason. what the reason is could be anyone's guess. another day, and what will it hold? no half-hearted optimism here, we've gotten too old too quickly. vacantly i search, but do not find, that which i am looking for. maybe today i'll drive to class, no use in losing the feeling in my fingertips when there is gas in the tank. each choice laid out in front of my mind like a system of interconnecting pieces, a house of cards, building up until a gentle breeze licks upon it and kings, queens, and jacks all tumble to the floor. i need something, but i have as of yet to realize what that is. right now, i'm searching.
now playing:
okay, i believe you, but my tommy gun don't - brand new
hit of the search party - every time i die
eternal gates of hell - dead to fall
the mixed tape - jack's mannequin
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