“If you can’t laugh at yourself, life’s gonna seem a whole lot longer than you like…. What do you do? You laugh. I’m not saying I don’t cry, but in between I laugh, and I realize how silly it is to take anything too seriously. Plus, I look forward to a good cry. It feels pretty good.”—Garden State
The dust is settling as I lie here.
It was a subtle hint of what went wrong.
I’ve been giving up, giving up,
on every plan I’ve made.
I’m finally waking up, but just a little too late.
My life has always been a dead end street,
with heavy eyes that shoot through me.
I slipped somewhere in between what’s right and wrong.
And now I drown with every breath I take.
I’m sick of feeling like I can’t escape.
I’ll get out before I go insane, to somewhere I belong.
Somewhere I belong.
I don’t know who I am or how I got here,
but I’m a subtle hint, the best forgotten.
You’ll never know, never know what this boy could have been.
I guess I finally figured out.