I was out to lunch again alone, I say that matter of factly, not regrettably. A window seat with the East Bay Express open in front of me, savoring the last few drops of my mildly warm chocolate drink.
It is what it is.
what is the meaning of this life?
it feels virtual, it feels a dream,
but what are those things without the meaning i have given them?
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I wrote this song in 2007, but this year i finally got to record it in a recording studio.
Placid by SteveJaeger
