Wreck of the Day

I don't know where my head is at. I walk around all day, detached from everything that's going on. And even that doesn't really bug me most of the time. Not really anyway. It's just an observation. Nothing really bugs me. Nothing really fucking matters. Except a couple times a day, I'll have this like intense burst of emotion. It's like this intense caring. I don't know what to do with that. It's freaking me out right now.

My dogs sick. She hasn't been eating and she's weak. The vet thinks she ate rat poison or something. And I'm really worried. Even though I know it'll probably be fine. I just I don't want her to be hurt.

Fuck, I'm crying. I'm so fucking stupid. This is just damned ridiculous. I don't want to be this person.

"Wreck Of The Day"

"Driving away from the wreck of the day
And the light's always red in the rear-view
Desperately close to a coffin of hope
I'd cheat destiny just to be near you
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up
On love, On love

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And I'm thinking 'bout calling on Jesus
'Cause love doesn't hurt so I know I'm not falling in love
I'm just falling to pieces

And if this is giving up then I'm giving up
If this is giving up then I'm giving up, giving up
On love, On love

And maybe I'm not up for being a victim of love
When all my resistance will never be distance enough

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And it's finally quiet in my head
Driving alone, finally on my way home to the comfort of my bed
And if this is giving up, then I'm giving up
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up
On love, On love"