Nostalgia gets the best of me, it’s keeps me feeling down.
A constant play of memories that sometimes make me smile.
Am I really that important or is it all just in my head?
No, I know there’s something more to life than living it like I’m a dead man.

I’m okay, I’m just one big mess.

So please, don’t ask me for advice.
I barley have control of my own life.
I can’t seem to understand anything they have to say.
I’ve never really thought about it, but maybe that’s okay.
Or it’s not.
Never really know for sure.

I guess it’s easier for me to be alone.
No problems, no hesitation though I’m kinda getting bored.
I don’t know. 
I’m kinda glad I don’t.

So please, don’t ask me for advice.
I barley have control of my own life.
I can’t seem to understand anything they have to say.
I’ve never really thought about it, but maybe that’s okay.
Or it’s not.
Never really know for sure.

please, don’t ask me for advice

blake the low life