August days

I haven’t really liked a song in a long time, I haven’t enjoyed a movie in quite a while, I haven’t been in love since that last time, I haven’t had any good ideas lately, I haven’t written something good in months. I’m left with the same old thoughts, I can’t even finish a line of thinking, food doesn’t taste the same and life keeps passing by, stretching beyond reach while I fade away before my eyes
I can’t think of something to write about without stumbling upon a bunch of songs I have tangled up in my head, I have been getting the feeling everything I could ever think of to write was already written by adam duritz, john mayer and eddie vedder.
I miss being an alien in my own house and have a reason to disagree, I miss me younger, angrier and loner, I miss me younger, happier, naive, I miss me happy, ignorant, innocent, I miss me an alien, a human being, a nihilist, a christian, a satanist, an atheist, a humanist an agnostic.
I miss writing for the fun of it. I miss fun for the fun of it.