Overs.

I have so many thoughts in my head and absolutely no time to write them all down. It's still a month before school starts and I'm already neck deep in the things I have to do for the Panther re-design. What the hell have I gotten myself into? The only thing keeping me up is the fact that every bit of it excites me.

I have so many blog subjects rolling around in my head....divorce, disappearance of friendship, amongst other stuff I've observed while people watching lately. Until I get that all sorted out, enjoy the lyrics from one of my all time favorite songs.



Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?
The game is over, over, over

No good times, no bad times
There's no times at all
Just The New York Times
Sitting on the windowsill
Near the flowers

We might as well be apart
It hardly matters
We sleep separately
And drop a smile passing in the hall
But there's no laughs left
'Cause we laughed them all
And we laughed them all
In a very short time

Time
Is tapping on my forehead
Hanging from my mirror
Rattling the teacups
And I wonder
How long can I delay?
We're just a habit
Like Saccharin

And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue

But each time I try on
The thought of leaving you
I stop
I stop and think it over