It's the patterns of my temperment, it's the nature of the experiment, they're taking me in increments

today consisted of washing dishes. feeding the rabbit. scrubbing the kitchen. and rushing to bike to the coaster in simple mintutes. josh and i caught the coaster, biked to the beach, and managed to catch zero waves body surfing and flail around like beached whales. it was fun regardless. we convinced my brother to secretly pick us up, go get booze, and get drunk in my old room at my parents house before a distant-relative barbecue in my backyard. vegan catering by don lucios and whole foods. i'm now near complete immobility. tonight will now either consist of spooning in bed, biking to a show at the treehouse on 35th and c, or the midnight madness bike ride, starting downtown near the star of india.

First went wrong is hard to find
We're paralyzed, we apologize
Our hell is a good life
Last went wrong, where's my prize under the lights
Can we call it in?
We'll be on the road
Can we stop?
When we stop my back will turn your face toward the fence
What I thought it was it isn't now
All this weight, is honest worse
We're moderate, we modernize
till our hell is a good life
All we know what to forget... how to do right
Coloring in the black hole
Can't we stop, when we stop
My hands will shake, my eyes will burn
My throat will ache, watching you turn
From me toward your friends
What I thought it was it isn't now
What I thought it was it isn't
Punishment to stall what is done
What I thought was in is missing out
What I thought it was it isn't now
There's a pattern in the system
There's a bullet in the gun
That's why I tried to save you
But it can't be done