Objective from Mickey by Eli Whitney & The Sound Machine

I’ve got no objective, I’ve got no motivation. I’m too tired to focus, I’m too scared of rejection. Signals are failing, thoughts are running through me. I’m too tired to focus, my eyes are blurry but I’m trying to see. “Why,” he said, and he hung it on his ceiling. Pointed out in conversation, why? “Want,” I said, what do any of us want, when it’s time to make decisions now? “Fear,” she said, but she told me with her eyes, always surrounded by the guys, sometimes I’m one, but she’d never get too close, ‘cause if she did she’d be a ghost, no longer a dream, but a memory. Is it all a distraction? Is that everything I do? Should I forget what I knew for something different? And forget all that I know? Is everything for show? It’s time we made a choice. Is anything important? I take it all too seriously. I should just live my life free with no direction. Intention…what am I trying to accomplish? Try to make everybody happy, try to make myself happy, but when the party’s getting late, sometimes it’s more than I can take, and the feelings overcome me, when the feelings overrun me, and I’ll hate myself tomorrow, when none of this follows me home.

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