i'm not looking for love or nobody lately.
jam my fists into my pockets and count cracks in the sidewalk.
and its all really quite comfortaing.
i can walk for hours and feel like i've gone nowhere,
because i'm trying this new thing, and it's all about living inside of yourself so i'm kind of hiding under a shell,
and i'm okay with that.
it's just that i'm so sick of being dissapointed,
so if i don't try, i don't get hurt.
does that make any sense?