la vita bella.

There are some nights I hold on to every note I ever wrote. Some nights, I say “fuck it all” and stare at the calendar, waiting for catastrophes; imagine when they scare me into changing whatever it is I am changing into….and you have every right to be scared. ‘Cuz there are some nights I hold you close, pushing you to hold me. Or begging you to lock me up, never let me see the world. Some nights I live in horror of people of people on the radio, tea parties and twitter, I’ve never been so bitter….And you, why you wanna stay? Oh my god! Have you listened to me lately? Lately, I’ve been fucking crazy. There are some nights I look for someone to save us. But I’ve never looked deeper, tried not to look upward. Some nights I pray a sign is gonna come to me, but usually, I’m just trying to get some sleep.