well, well, well...

i stand 5'6" on a good day.

my hair is nothing like what it once was.

i'm skinny. my facial hair is patchy.

i dream of being a pirate or a knight.

i want to be wanted, but girls like that don't exist around these parts.

the weather is never what i want it to be.

the only way to feel secure in this world is to have money.

i let people down on a daily basis,

but i've never let myself get back up.

i never make a decision without asking for help...

and i never take the advice that i'm given.

i have no secrets. i tell them all...

usually when i'm drunk... or i'm just wanting attention.

and i get attention.

i'm 4 years out of high school... and i haven't accomplished a thing.

i do this thing where all i do is talk.

i don't remember birthdays, i don't remember names,

i can usually remember people's favorite colors...

even if i don't care about them.

my friends would probably never hurt me...

but i think they might kill me... slowly.

i wonder if trust is real.

faith i know all about... but trust.

people lie... i try not to.

i steal... but only when i need to.

i'm ready to see if i will ever follow through with a single thing i plan to do in life,

or will i row, row, row my boat gently down the stream?

merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily...

life is but a dream?

how do you like me now?