Is this a way out? I think that is what you're asking but I don't know how to answer you either see it or you don't when I was 19 you were 35 and I was learning about you
my generation is not stoic or serene "I'm gonna make a lot of money and I'm gonna quit this crazy scene" you are filled with resistant memories a conscious revolution of the envied
I came alive in your essence in the model you built but it's all changed, now we fall in love with our former selves over and over again I have always been able to give you the benefit of the doubt but it's forever all about all about you
well I can not be a part of your delusional pursuits i can not support you if you just want to be used i can not help it if your plans are falling through and i can not love you like I used to
you always did have a knack for this we are products of our raising, I am sad and you are unfit we just sit in these old houses while the walls fall down around us the ceilings crack and crumble the basements fill with water and I am stuck among all these people I don't know who only talk to me about you