all feels like a dream to me
that big old capitol building greets me during night drives with bright white lights, and during the day it reminds me of a glory that never was. dizzy i spin in a new place, unemployed and feeling destroyed, or on the path there. i never was who you said i was. i never was who you said i was. drill, there is some strength left. take it, as i've not enough remaining to even say no. i always can't say no. i miss who i thought i was a while ago, but i think reality sets in eventually.