I always get overwhelmed and stressed out thinking about the 1 million things I have to do and the short amount of time I have to do them. I don’t think I have too many things on my plate, I really don’t. What I beat myself up about is never having the time, or using it wisely. I wish I had the drive, motivation and determination as some other people. I don’t understand how some people can continuously study without dropping their eyelids or getting distracted.
Jesus Christ, that’s a pretty face The kind you’d find on someone that could save If they don’t put me away It’ll be a miracle Do you believe you’re missing out? That everything good is happening somewhere else But with nobody in your bed The night is hard to get through And I will die all alone And when I arrive I won’t know anyone Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again So what did you do those three days you were dead? Because this problem’s gonna last More than the weekend Well, Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die I’m a little bit scared of what comes after Do I get the gold chariot Do I float through the ceiling Do I divide and fall apart Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark This ship went down in sight of land And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands? I know you’ll come in the night like a thief But I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique I know you think that I’m someone you can trust But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up (everyone now) So do you think that we could work out a psalm So I’ll know it’s you and that it’s over so I won’t even try I know you’ll come for the people like me But we all got wood and nails, And talk dirt at hating factories But, we all got wood and nails And talk dirt at hating factories Yeah, we all got wood and nails And we sleep inside of this machine.