Well isn't this awkward...

In Case It Doesn't Work Out

In Case I Actually Get Her

I see why Charles Hamilton kept that shit in for so long. Those two songs perfectly describe my situation. Even to the point that at the end of In Case It Doesn't Work Out he acknowledges how fucked up his thinking he is, and still ends like "But if I only had you..."

Music is the only love.

So, I need to confide all my feelings in music, and trust them never to be released. That's why I love music, you can say and explain everything down to the very last detail and yet it would still be open to interpretation. Fuck words, write lyrics. Fuck talking, sing. Fuck hitting the wall, play the keys.

I'm so in my own world right now...