Why, exactly?

Why is it that when things happen just a bit out of plan... I seem to revert back to questioning decisions I've made.

It's not as though it's a big deal, really.

Why do I insist on having things my way?

Why must I be so selfish?

Things that I know I don't want seem to taunt me...

You tell me you "worry" about me... please don't waste your time, it's almost insulting.

Do you worry about me because now you're a "Christian" and so that makes you better?

Does it mean you lack the need to be worried about yourself?

You spew accusations from your mouth... when you have done the same things yourself...

I've seen it personally. Whats wrong with a little honesty, huh?

"Temporal deadzone where clocks are barely breathing.
yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling, all night clamor to hold it together.
I want to play--don't wait--forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen, and love someone
And I can't do any of that here, can I?

First train home, I've got to get on it.


So what? You've had one too many.
So what? I'm not that much fun to be with.
So what? You've come silly hatter.
So what? I didn't want to come here, anyway."

- First Train Home/Imogen Heap