How i met the world halfway

Looking for the occasion to wake up...
With a plan that doesn't seem like before...
Finding every occasion to say it alloud again...
Just convince myself to live with hope...

My own

With everything I have to see...
And everything I have to do...
Don't expect me to care...
Don't expect me to cry...
If I'm not doing what you want...
My own way is what I'm gonna do...
The answers to how things go...

Jazzy in the attempt

Like a warm dry night, an attempt at dreams with a few pints of cheap beer. What your looking for isn't always what you need.
And with the pressing through of another day for another night like this, doesn't seem like dieing comes some enough...

It always seems like this from down here with the rest of no dreams. To disappear somewhere in the regular with no voice, even though you are the voice worth speaking...

Likening the world as a joke that comes over in simples sips of cheap drinks no one ever remember....

Song like song

I don't know if I would ever feel, if one ever came back...
After months or years, sad songs they'd sing...
Those days are further away than I remember...
There never was a light that always shone...
Nothing longer than more breaths I'd like to admit...
If I don't love anyone anymore, what does the next one mean...
Are my tomorrows here all the same because of that...
Does the child in me, still believe in a true song...
Like a final breath...