I'll run away with you...

If things don't go as planned; Planning big could be a gamble. I've already rolled the dice. I spit and stutter, stuff and clutter worries in my worried corner. Maladjusted, just untrusted; rusted. Sometimes brilliant trusted thoughts. Think I'll stay for awhile. I'm intrigued and I'm red as a newborn, white as a corpse.

I'm ready for college to be over with. Not just this quarter - the whole 3 years I'm supposed to be here. I feel like I'm wasting my time. Why can't we all be hippies?

I'm ready to move out. I don't have unreasonable issues with my mom or sister like I did with my dad and stepmom, I just feel like it's time to try to do things on my own.... but that could be a gamble - hence the lyrics above.