Time to Pretend

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw,
I'm in the prime of my life
Let's make some music, make some money,
find some models for wives

Getting ready to head up to Oklahoma. I'll be back in the [817] on Monday. All these changes and I hope I don't lose myself in between the lines. I've got exactly 4 more years to make something happen.

Make SOMETHING happen.

No one ever tells you that your mid-twenties are time for an identity crisis. Again, I blame this all on astrology.

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals
and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother
and the weight of the world
I'll miss my father,
miss my dogs
and I'll miss my only one