You're not where you have been wanting. It's not hard to tell when you say it so often. I'm not trying to say it should be easy, but you're not where you have been wanting...

I don't know what else I should say. I doubt it would effect much anyways. I'll be around if you want me around, but you don't seem to anxious to stay anyways.

We both may be held back by the crippling defeat of insecurities, but at least I'm not intentionally lying. It's hard enough to follow through with the things that I want to when I'm not where I have been wanting. It's not hard to tell when I say it so often. I'm not trying to say it should be easy, but I'm not where I have been wanting.

We drew lines through the sand. Threw up some barriers we didn't really understand. I'll be around if you want me around while we're unraveling strand by strand. I still don't know what else I could say. I doubt it would effect much anyways. I'll be around if you want me around, but you don't seem too anxious to stay... and I'm none to anxious either way... So why would we ever stay anyways?

You only see what you want to see. I find that and you so alarming. It's childish to wander in so haphazardly and yeah I need love, I need love! but not nearly so recklessly...

I don't mean to be mean, but I find you exhausting. It's so clear that you want me to need you and honestly I need you, I need you! but not you specifically...

It's hard enough to follow through with the things that I want to...

It's hard enough to follow through.

passenger days

It's a familiar feeling - out of place but recognized - like the spring time rain arriving somewhat ahead of time. Sometimes I can't tell the difference between the sea and the sky line like the times i can't tell the differences in the subtleties of you and I.

Sometimes I daydream about hopping on a passing train. I don't know where I'm going anyways. I'm just along for the ride these days.

If the truth be told, I think that I already know how this will end with me crawling defeatedly all the way back home.

I fear that I may be a little to naive.

Sometimes I daydream about hopping on a passing train. I don't know where I'm going anyways but I'm not content with these passenger days.

I feel like you've got me in some sort of a holding pattern and I don't know how or when this ends, but the how doesn't really matter. I'm tired of asking the same questions and waiting on the same old answers and I don't know how or when this ends. The how doesn't even matter.

Another familiar feeling - out of place but recognized - like the spring rain arriving ahead of time.

Sometimes i'm the devil, selling where i'm able. Sometimes I'm the Lord, overturning tables. It's hard to tell some of these days whether to call myself a sinner or a saint. At this point i'd probably fight back either way, but whether out of anger or guilt it's hard to say. Sometimes I am Thomas - just another doubter. Sometimes I am Peter, with faith to walk on water. I find myself to caught up in the words of other men, no matter how absurd. I wish that I was a bit more like Job - unaffected by others lack of hope - so I will try to find my own way home...

Of like mind.

If you don't mind, let's just remember better times.

Do you think we will ever be actually doing something we love with someone who we love or who isn't just kind of of like mind?

Yeah this is fine ... But it's just wasting time.

Do you think that we will ever be somewhere where we actually fit in instead of just faking it? Because I have been faking for quite some time.

So if you don't mind, I'll stop wasting our time. In the struggle between loneliness and settling i find my mind is constantly changing.

So if you don't mind... let's just remember the better times.