I Want a Ticket to Anywhere
Me, myself, I’ve got nothing to prove.
Right now, I’m a little confused. I’m not sure where my head is at. It’s spinning, but at the same time it is resting. I have so many thoughts racing through my brain all I see is a blur of colour. My head aches a bit. None of the thoughts I’m having are coherent because there are so many of them. Maybe this doesn’t matter?
Why do I feel as though I’m wasting away my spring break? I’m not, not really. I spent four days in Edmonton. But now I’m home and school is soon and my world is spinning and I’m just sitting here. Doing nothing. Fuck all. As per usual. Aren’t I darn special?
Luckily for me, I have music. You know when you find a really special song and you listen to it on repeat and it just calms you? Not even necessarily calms you, just… it makes you feel something you need to feel–even if you don’t know what that is. It’s even better when you re-discover a song. I love music. But everybody says that, don’t they? Somehow, I feel like I’m one of those people who cherish it more. More than the average person on the street who knows every song on the radio. Sometimes I forget why I think that.
Then, I remember. I need music, physically and emotionally. Maybe not all the time. But times like now, I need it. So much. And it makes me happy.
I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling that I could be someone
Take your fast car and keep on driving
