Pile Up

It just happens,
when you're mad, the little things pile up and make it that much worse.

just one thing after another. you're brakes squeak, you didn't finish things you wanted to. someone is asking you to do something you don't want to.

then there are times when a big thing just tops it all off.
your brother slams the door because of a hot temper and unfortunately your natural instinct is to put your hands up to defend yourself, causing an impact which results in a broken door.

usually someone would be mad about all this,

but honestly i just have to sit back and laugh.

because if someone needing my help, my brakes squeaking and a broken door is as bad as its gonna get in a while...

i'm sitten pretty good

standstill

The summer is almost done... something new is on its way,
I can't tell you what it will bring, but there's one thing i can say

it is not supposed to rhyme, its not supposed to be,
anything incredible.. the naked eye can see.

its something uncommenly normal,
its something that doesn't make sense
its something thats happened before
its something thats not deadly

so why am i afraid? why am i worried?
why do i think endlessly, trying to find an answer.
to something that hasn't happened. something i have to wait for.

this next year is a toss up, something new at best.

but i'm ready,
i'm ready for the change ahead
i'm ready for the experience.
i'm ready to be separated.. to an extent
i'm ready for new love
i'm ready to drive

i'm ready for this to start with this new year.

but for now,

i'm at a temporary standstill..