Go Ride The Ferris Wheel On A Day Like This

They're just like kids, they're playing a game; I miss that kind of shit, collaborative play-time.

Anyway, "they're talking to you, bunny babe."

They're asking me if I'm alright, asking me if I'm having fun.

I truthfully am, even cross-faded remembering the past.

I feel sick and time is swirling around me.

This is testimony to the fact that I'm merely the type of person who is better off on their own.

All this makes me want to drop to my knees and cry, "Save me, save me!" It's terrible, but I'm still waiting for someone to save me and change my reality.

I'm still waiting for someone to make my life worth living, and even that goddamn fortune teller told me that. It's like this, it's always....oh, god.

She asked me the question I dreaded, so I made the decision.
It was difficult for me, but I defied both awful outcomes; and in this one moment I've grown so much.
She always says the things in my mind, the things I'd never utter in the open space.

I wouldn't let them float on the air, to hang there dead and stale.

They're covered by the cobwebs in my mind.

And then he appeared like he always does.

It's clockwork, ticking with time.

And everyone knows everyone else too goddamn well.

Oh, well, I guess.

But here the adventure is over for today.