A miss is as good as a mile

Hey, you know how I'm like always getting ahead of myself? Weeeeeeeelllllllll...

Anyway, it was just one of those "what ELSE can go wrong?" days. I even got bad tinnitus from the recording session with Jake, and that was supposed to be the redeemer. This shit little town is starting to kill me, I think.

And with that, a set of old lyrics (summer 2008 batch) made new and relevant by both recent developments and my current NEED NEED NEED to get the fuck out of Norman for at least a few days. Emphasis on "optimism is the drug" etc.

Bad Boyfriend
(words, music Cameron Ferguson)

One of these summers I'll stop picking my battles,
Let my car drive me 'til the engine rattles dead
Don't know what I need to get off my mind,
Just that it's gonna drive me out of my head

Isn't it strange
When you're only a stranger to yourself?

I'm a bad boyfriend,
But a good human being --
Are you believing
What I'm saying is seeming true?
Does it come through clear to you?

The biggest problem with forgoing the motions:
Sets you riding low on the high-beams,
When you'd much rather hit the ground running
On four bald tires and a thinning head of steam

And it's a spare change
When your scenery changes your self

[ref]

{bridge}
And in my sleep, I can see your dreams -
In my sleep I can see your dreams -
In my sleep, I can see your dreams,
And I don't like what I see

One of these summers, I'll stop weighing my options --
Optimism is the drug that keeps me poor
Double-taking on all the captions --
I should really be taking in much more

You need free reign
When it comes to re-arranging yourself

[ref]