11/19/08 (blended brain blues)

pack my bags to run away but instead i sit and play the unbearable boring day-to-day coupled with this terrible apathy but i'm pulling my feet up from the ground gonna pack my bags and leave this town where i'll head, i really do not know i'll follow the wind, every gust and blow please take me far, far away from here dear mother nature hear my plea please don't you take it easy on me break my spirit and set me free crack my skull just like an egg pour out the contents from my head arrange a dinner oh so nice my heart, my lungs, my blood, and spice put it all in to a blender enjoy your meal, it's only november