I could write pages and pages and pages right now. I could pour my heart out, lay out all my thoughts on life, all the dirty little facts, truths, and opinions. I could go on for hours. I could wow, dazzle, and disgust you just as easily. I'm not sure what to make of life right now. Perhaps this would be more palatable, far easier to follow if I slept on it. My ramblings mean far much more to me than thought out mumbo jumbo, but I'm not sure exactly what I feel like confessing to today. I'm not sure what would burn me at the stake or what would make me a martyr in others eyes. She lost her focus yesterday She lost her focus in the sun She sits and stares at it for hours She says she likes to go outside She gets hung up on the wind She gets lost inside the happy noise Sometimes I dont understand her Sometimes I dont want to understand her She says no no no no She dont want no double life She says I should know why She seems happier at night Her color tv and her chemical smile I dont wanna know the reason I dont wanna know the reason why She says Jesus owes her money She says The angels are her friends What the hell does that mean? Shes got the chemical smile- Everclear