Forever, Jakers

Leaving my house on a whim. Heading to the water.
I need to get away. From my family, friends, everyone. This is what I need.

Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound
Son, I think you better go ahead

But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down

You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself

I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky

This river is wild
This river is wild

Run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
Watch it turn
But shake a little
Sometimes I'm nervous when I talk
I shake a little
Sometimes i hate the line I walk
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go

Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
Ive been trying hard to do whats right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall
From the sky

Because this river is wild
God speed you boy
This river is wild

Now Adam's taking bombs
And he's stuck on his mom
Because that bitch
Keeps trying to make him pray

He's with the hippie in the park
Coming over the dark
Just trying to get some of that little girl play

You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
But watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go

Or should I get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do whats right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky

And pay this hell in me tonight
Because this river is wild
God speed you boy
This river is wild
God speed you boy
This river is wild

Now the cards are everywhere face in dust
The fairground
I don't think I ever seen so many headlights
But there's something pulling me
The circus and the crew
Well they're just passing through
Making sure the merry still goes round
But it's a long, long, long way down

I need you-wherever you are.

I'm currently sitting cross-legged. My hand is grasping a cup of spicy ramen while the other holds a copy of The Unbearable Lightness of Being down, fingers splayed to keep the paperback novel open. It's currently 9:39 as I type this out. My fingers skit across the keyboard, the cup of ramen has long been placed on top of my open Algebra Advance textbook (an action I will probably regret). My throat feels swollen, my arms/legs/neck/joints all feel sore and battered, and my head feels light with a warm, fuzzy haze around it. No doubt I'm sick, the bursts of warmth and coldness coming and going every now and then. Lately my head is swimming with several "To-do"s, blocking out whatever is seemingly unimportant and nontrivial. Hell, I can't even remember what I did last Wednesday or even Monday. Everything seems to be coming out as static-snow as it's more commonly known. White, blurry, unclear snow. Piling up, just like schoolwork. To say that I'm drowning in my work is an understatement; I'm sinking like the fucking Titanic. I have a test for my Algebra II class tomorrow and odds are I'll have to call in sick for school. Which my teacher will just lo-ove. Normally, algebra isn't a difficult subject to navigate, but for a mathematically inept/ignorant/retarded person such as my self it's like figuring out whether or not I should cut the blue wire or the red wire before a bomb detonates. I usually end up cutting the wrong wire. Then shit blows up and it all goes to hell. I just hope I don't cut the wrong wire this time, last thing I need is another mishap.