I spend most of my time in one of three places. I daydream my bedroom, or touching you. We're creatures of habit, and I'd rather embrace that than understand it, but I see reasons why I might want to change that. But it's so comfortable, putting it all off until Sunday again. Do you envy the same things that I do? An ignorance that lets you think everything's going to be alright?

I spend most of my thoughts on one of three (3) questions:

1. Did I do this to myself?

2. Can I fix it?

3. Has it always been this way?

Like a comforter too thin to keep you warm, I always seem to ask for more. As soon as I think I've had enough, I just start putting it all off... Do you envy the same things that I do? An ignorance that lets you think everything's going to be alright?