I Want to be a Song 

The worst part about growing up? Knowing things. Knowing when to give up, when to try harder, when not to bother. I mean, I just want to wing it sometimes, you know? Where’s the magic for fucks sake? Gone, that’s what. I used to believe in stuff. Real deep stuff. And now…it’s all just Math. A + B = logical result that’s good for me. Which, by the way, is working okay so far. But, you know, I just want… 
    I want to run on instinct, and love it. I want to live by the ‘rather regret it’ philosophy. Man, that would be great. But fuck. Knowing stuff sucks.