Fire Alarms suck

So I stood outside for over an hour from 10 30 on. I guess it's part of the college experience. And getting interviewed one by one by the cops as we come back in. Luckily I'm on the basement floor and that's where they started. So now I think I'm just going to stay up all night. I think today went ok. I took a few steps that are leading me back to being the person I want to be. If you don't like how your day is going, just stay up until it gets better. Maybe it's stupid, but it actually worked for me tonight.

Somewhere in between the crazy non-stop days, and the restless nights of sleep; these words fit in.
Somewhere in this world, I fit in. Maybe I haven't found it yet. But I'm still searching. Today I'm going to change my major. Sign up for classes next semester. I'm going to take a psychology course. Maybe I'll find out what's really wrong with me. Or what's really wrong with all of you.
In the long run, people always seem to realize that I'm right. It's not cause im amazing. It's cause I sit and really think about things. In the long run, people seem to realize that I'm right. What do you think about me now? If I hear a whisper of "I miss you" in my ear late at night, I'll wake up with a smile on my face. You can break into my house at anytime to tell me that.
Sometimes lips meet other lips when they aren't supposed to. But mine this winter, just keep getting more and more chapped from the cold weather. They stay alone. Chap stick was made for people like me. So I don't have to look like I've been alone forever. Maybe it's my white lie, but can't we all have one that we just keep to ourselves? I won't tell. I won't even kiss. The only thing these lips are meant to meet is a microphone. You secretly lock lips, and place his hands around you hips. I just try to make these tales into hits. I'll race you to see who gets more. But you're going to win. You keep your sins. I'll keep ending up lost on the voyage before I begin. Always with a guy, always got a drink in your hand on the weekends, but you're more alone than me. Barely getting by, can't think when I write you letters It's only lies I send. But you're more alone than me. When will you realize it? Don't tell me I'm right, just feel alive for one night. Before you die, will you ever feel as good as I have?


I need sleep. this is starting to not make sense.
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