its times like these

that i sleep away the day
that i color/draw dumb stuff
that i plauck my eyebrows
that i write pointless blogs
that i wish i could say a prayer but cnt focus
that i could fuck with-scratch that-indulge in some vodka
that i cherish my friends
that i iron random articles of clothing
that there is no song quite right enough to suit the mood
that i wsh bestfriend was here
that i sleep the drama away
that i sleep the stress away
that i sleep the confusion away
that i wake up and face the same damn issues/nullshyt/tom-fuckin-foolery scratch that the everyday worries and cares of life, i wake up to life
that i just take a drive off into the sunset and bump somethin soulful
because i dnt really know what i was expecting but that damn sho wasnt it, because i wasnt expecting any of this but since it showed up i feel the need ta...run from it, because im very realistacally optomistic but its days like this that make it so damn pessimistic.