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I’m restless, I’m anxious, I’m older than I am
All the lives we think we lead seem so much better than
the truth we’d be left with if we sat at home alone
but we dont want to think about it so let’s drink and get stoned
We’re reaching for something that isn’t there
we’re playing with people who just don’t care
we smile and we laugh and we pour ourselves a drink
so we won’t feel so lonely and force ourselves to think
We’re happy, we think, but still it drives us mad
the money, fame, and love is all i wish i had
the life is beautiful on the outside but take a second look
were going out of our minds
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I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life.
Let’s make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun.
Yeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends
We’re fated to pretend
To pretend
I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I’ll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There’s really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we’ll get a divorce
We’ll find some more models: everything must run its course.
We’ll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
May 3rd, 2008 at 9:17 pm
that’s from Euan Rellie
May 3rd, 2008 at 9:17 pm
Levers,
this piece is stunning. so true. very raw…so how I feel.
Love you (and WOW someone can actually write!)
XxPJC
May 4th, 2008 at 8:07 pm
intensely poignant…
May 5th, 2008 at 11:53 pm