Co-Pilot

I don't know who has the wheel.

I'm not even sure where I'm at at this point.

I just know I wasn't supposed to be back here.

I had promised everyone differently.

I guess I failed there.

MJ says he failed many times.

But maybe they were just making excuses.

Maybe I'm just making excuses.

Yeah, I might be.

However, I'm going at it.

I'm like a ferocious tiger cat.

All hunched down in the jungle.

I see the delicious wildebeest grazing.

I hunger for it.

Waiting for it.

I will be full once I have it.

But I'm not in complete control.

Something else has control of me.

I'm doing what I can, yes.

Yet I'm not really the pilot.

Someone has taken the wheel.

Was Ms Underwood correct?

Did Jesus take my wheel?

Obviously I failed at taking it before.

I made the wrong turn.

Took the wrong detour.

I'm trying to take it for the scenery, at least.

I'm still mad about the failure of the journey.

I was supposed to have climbed that mountain.

But as Miley says, it's about the climb.

Yeah, I'm quoting a Disney whore.

Again, I'm not in control of the wheel.

Sometimes, the Universe just says HERE: epiphanies.

And sometimes, they come in Disney Whore form.

I have no control over that, whatsoever.

I deleted Vampire Weekend.

Good band; bad memories.

I was in control then.

Imogen Heap hasn't gone down the drain yet.

Not sure why.

I haven't even listened to the bitch.

It was downloaded four months ago.

I hope Lady Gaga gets stuck in his head.

For a million years!

I hope in Heaven/Hell, it's Lady Gaga 24/7.

She's a crazy, awesome bitch.

Until he loves me, I'll be his paparazzi.

Oh no, not literally.

I'm so over Him.

I'm just quoting a song.

Okay.

Gotta get in control.

I'm rambling, talking crazy.

Oh wait... too late.