Music when the lights go out

Decisions, decisions...
Sometimes I wish I was a sure person, always with my feet on the ground and my head in its right place...but I am not and it's certainly out of my reach to change it...
I live my life on lucid dreams, distracted by the lights and the sounds, by the booze and the smoke, by the clothes and the shoes, by sleeping till late and eating like tomorrow will never come... and when I have to stop and look myself in the mirror...the same question comes along!
Most of the time I'm full of crap... I shove it up everyone's ass and shove it up my own ass...I do buy my own shit, I'm a liar even to myself...
I'm full of it...I say and I do it...but I go all soft when someone caresses my face or touches my hair, I'm a sucker for tenderness... people just have to do those little puppy eyes and I am lost...
I'm not hardcore, or independent or strong...I'm just scared of loneliness which is silly but I feel like admiting it...