headchecks

maybe when i wake up i'll be the guy i want to be:

tall... handsome... athletic... blonde...

but most likely when i wake up in the mirror i will see:

short... ugly... fat... dark...

unacceptably me.

why didn't i die that day? what purpose did it serve? going over eighty, then a sudden swerve got a bad concussion, guess i struck a nerve punched myself in the face, guess i struck a nerd

sverige born today die again tomorrow

rise back up from the ash burn up all my sorrow

blue mystic it's intrinsic that you understand

that flowers do not just appear they grew up from the land