Not Orginal

I am simply not original enough to think of my own things to say today, so I am posting some of my favorite song lyrics. Sort of to soothe myself, sort of to let the world know how I feel.The first time this song spoke to me, I was in foster care in Redmond, Washington. I was sitting alone in my bedroom on cheap blue polyester sheets. I was wearing my favorite t-shirt, a Gumby ringer tee, cut off shorts and Birks. It was wretchedly hot out and I had been busted for shoplifting the day before. My mom and dad had both given up entirely on me, and I was in a pretty low place for a 14 year old.Santa MonicaEverclearI am still livin' with your ghostLonely and dreamin' of the west coastI don't wanna be your downtimeI don't wanna be your stupid gameWith my big black boots and an old suitcaseI do believe I'll find myself a new placeI don't wanna be the bad guyI don't wanna do your sleepwalk dance anymoreI just wanna see some palm treesI will try and shake away this diseaseWe can live beside the oceanLeave the fire behindSwim out past the breakersWatch the world dieWe can live beside the oceanLeave the fire behindSwim out past the breakersWatch the world dieI am still dreamin' of your faceHungry and hollow for all the things you took awayI don't wanna be your good timeI don't wanna be your fallback crutch anymoreWalk right out into a brand new dayInsane and risin' in my own weird wayI don't wanna be the bad guyI don't wanna do your sleepwalk dance anymoreI just wanna feel some sunshineI just wanna find some place to be aloneYeah watch the world die