Hyperballad used to be my favourite song.... it still is
i canty find a fuckin poet verse in this fuckin burned out head of mine

fuck it...

ive lost all creativity i ever had (which wasnt much mind you) and replaced it all with stupid preoccupations and anxieties. superficiality and sadness
i never wanted to become like this
i just wanted to change
i didnt want to be the girl
that girl
that the guys hang out with
the girl whose just a friend
i wanted to be more
i didnt want to be
part of 'the scene'
of that scene
or any scene
in trying to be different
i lost who i was
and maybe who i am
but maybe
who i am
just so happens
to seem to be
someone from that scene
a scene
the scene
who knows what the fuck scene it is
but its really gone far enough
it stops here
it stopped last night
when i crawled up
on that piece of cardboard in the living room
and wished for trees
i know,
it seems stupid
pfft, wishing for trees
how cliche and emo and pathetic
well i am
i am that pathetic, but so much more than that
cos i REALLY miss the forest
im from the city,
but i always missed the trees
so fuck this town
im heading west....
to somewhere cheap and shitty
and surrounded by trees
in the middle of the forest
somewhere around the hebrides
or hadrians wall
and i'll be happy then