Heads, California

Rather than write another pathetic update about my troubling circumstances, I thought I'd type up the lyrics to a song I wrote a few years ago that still describes my heart's desires:

I've been kicking around, around this town
Around this town for too long now
Writing letters to myself
Addressed to myself from different towns

Pictures of myself in all the same places
All the same spaces since I don't know when
I've changed my hairstyles and changed my faces
But don't I know I've never changed a thing

I don't know where I'm going to
And I don't know what I'll do if I get there
All I know is I love you
And I love the songs that people wrote once they got there

Heads, California
Tails, Cork City
Isn't it a pity I couldn't be there now?
So come on baby, you look so pretty
I'm going to make you love me somehow

I don't know where we're going to
And I don't know what we'll do if we get there
All I know is I love you
And I love the books that people wrote once they got there

Heads, California
Tails, Cork City
Isn't it a pity I couldn't be there now?
So come on baby, you look so pretty
I'm going to make you love me somehow