I didn't come here to sit still and be quiet
I want to move
I want to be moved
I want to be engaged
I want to be enraged
I want to feel something
I want to go somewhere
What better time than right now
What better place than right here
You've got to give me a groove
You' got to get me to move
Every muscle aches
Everywhere is the place
I want my soul to rock
I want my heart to stop
I want to get set a flame
I wanna go insane
I want to ignore everyone
I wanna fight someone
I want raw emotion
I want a goddamn commotion
Come on come on gimmie some
Come on come on gimmie some
What's the hold up
Don't you wanna get close
Don't you wanna regret
You feel it too, just confess
It's never stopped me
Not gunna let it get me
Not gunna hold back
Baby give me what you've got
And I'll take it
So I wrote this on Friday night at Lone Wolf. I wish I could explain to you how trashed I was. Not only from the 3 gin and tonics I drained. Not only from chain smoking like a chimney sweep. Not from having heard some serious girl fronted r'n'r. I was so trashed because I was coming to the realization I am not acting in a way that I would respect. And that scares me a little. This piece is pretty shit now that I type it all out, but I am willing to take it into consideration as an idea and build off of it. I hope I can do the same for myself.
