Every Night's Another Story

"Was it fate that brought us here?
Or my mistakes I've made in fear?
Is it too late to change my mind?
Who have I been?"

Are we making mistakes?
Or is everything supposed to happen?
If the second answer is yes, then self-improvement is fiction.
Evolution is fiction.
Progress is fiction.
Religion is a lie.
Our lives are meaningless.

Okay... too far?

"Well... karma has a way of working itself out."

Oh, so some of us are meant for luxury.
Some of us are meant to eat shit.

"I don't think that's the point.."

What is the point then?

"Ugh... I can't even talk to you."

Obviously, this wasn't a real conversation, but what happens if I start to believe these things?
What if someone really does think all of the above is true? How can you live like that? Especially if life doesn't exactly go the way you want it to.

"It's funny how things work out.
The ones we need don't know we're there"

Think about someone you don't like.
Now think about them being dead.
They aren't so terrible now, are they?

It's strange how much we hold back, yet when somebody doesn't hold back, it's weird as hell.
Holding back is part of what ruined my last two relationships, but not holding back led to a terrible one before that.
I wasn't the person I needed to be.

Is the bad supposed to make the good seem better?
If that's the case, I have a lot of good coming to me.
That is, unless some bad shit is supposed to happen first.

"I try the same losing lucky numbers
It could be a cold night for a lifetime
Hey now,
You can't keep saying endlessly,
My darling,
How long until this affects me?

Say hello to good times
Trade up for the fast ride
We close our eyes while the nickel and dime take the streets
Completely."