I'll Use My Hands. (Take all of your big plans and break them)
I'll do my best not to get sappy
I have to wonder, every day, if this thing I have isn't just plain stupidity. I mean I have no proof it exists any more, no evidence, nothing solid I can hang on to.
And maybe instead of faith, what I have is hope. What lets me sleep is hope. What lets me get up in the morning is hope that someday it will get better. It's the same reason, regardless of what I say, I'll follow my heart the next time it takes the flying leap towards what ever thing is going to break it next.
Today, though, I hope I get drunk quickly. I hope I have raunchy sex dreams, and I hope I get terribly high off of my first smoke tomorrow morning.