always catching myself before i fall

its been awhile since i've wanted an excuse for the abuse. busy feeling sorry for your future cause i 've been reading palms that speak of lost chances and regrets. nights spent looking back as the cluster of night's thoughts keep you awake.
i'm one of jersey's best dancers. and noone can save her.
sleeping trouble sleep and this head wont empty.
baby, arm those words cause their the only shot you got against me, dont pretend cause you know

bitter pills and over medicated nights

that feeling that everything is going wrong fills my head with thoughts of rights and wrongs. and i choose the wrongs. the ones i hope are the right way out but end up just being the selfish ones. It still bothers me to be hung up on the same problems that i had months ago, the same faults that still plague me from years ago. Walking tall thinking i understand life friends and family. i guess i really dont know shit but i'll keep telling myself i do and i'll act accordingly. dont panic, this is just me setting up to say another "fuck you" to whoever crosses my sights. i think i just need to be punched in the face. Keep repeating "i'm invincible" over and over until my legs give in and i burn out. looking out the window all i see are question marks and landmarks that show my territory of mistakes and discoveries from a youth that shouldnt have been as fucked up as i made it. nights are easier to get by when you have wine in one hand, a guitar in the other. numb, happy, everything makes sense. id rather be at school, or anywhere i could just play as hard as possible. and yeah you wanna set things right and ok between us, and they al(ways)l do. guess its not as fun when the bluff is called.
still waiting on the blood to pump in my temples