9:01 p.m.
June 21, 2003
A lot of shit has gone down this weekend. A lot of things that could really change everything, and a lot of things that should really change everything. And then a few things that won't change at all. Yet I find myself trying to keep a song in my head with a broken G and old batteries, because all I know is that even as I'm playing Conqueror way too late on a saturday evening the day before I have to be up entirely too early, everything's alright.

Everything’s Alright

I was alright

You wanna try to make old friends again

It’s alright

My best friends want to take a break

But it’s alright

I said I played guitar

You said some time we should play

I said I’m not that great

And you said that’s okay

I don’t know why I’m here but I know I don’t know I’m here

I can’t stand who I am when I just know I don’t really care

I don’t know who you remind me of when you ask me if I’m all there

But I would certainly be alright if I was anywhere
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