The words of Ben Lee.
And some more words from some other people who seem to share the same thoughts as I. You never thought you could relate to a whole two albums, to every single song, even the unreleased ones but somehow you just can.
Not as good as real life. In real life I cry. In real life you get the softest Hi Dave. In real life Dave messes up the last note and you cry some more. In real life you feel it all over you. In real life its not a blurry vision, it's quite clear and no one's head is in your view. In real life you're in love and it hurts.
"sometimes when it seems like i work so fucking hard only to win myself a complementary "bang your head against the wall" ticket. i just want to fucking scream. and the best part is that its really no one's fault so that means that, not only do i have no one to blame for the frusteration, i have no one to blame but myself for acting like a complete lunatic. but hey, i guess there's a bright side, the simple fact that i can take a step back, if only for a second, to perpetuate this run on sentence, and see myself for what i am and how stupid i really look with that face on. problem is, its really the only face i have. not to mention my right hand hurts as it is. bones shatter. anyway. back to work. be a big boy. be a man. suck it up. don't let shit bring you down. right? right."
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