la mesa, no more

(goodbye san diego)
the day before yesterday was my last day in san diego
i didn't realize any of its importance until the night was coming to a close
its possible that i wouldn't see my friends for years
i just didn't think about it
no way i would want to dwell on that
i was just going through the motions
i don't know how i ended up where i did
i was along for the ride
to be honest, i didn't want to spend time with anyone going into the weekend. i didn't want to party.
it probably wouldn't have felt right to me.
but things went great the way they were
and then...
it's already over
gone
just like that, poof

damn man


there was no scene i wanted to create
and there was no teary good bye

i know it is never good bye
until the final good bye
i have no worries about seeing anyone again
nothing is final
traveling is easy as making a phone call
and marking a calendar


did the good times outweigh the bad?
there were good times, and there were great times
that shouldn't be a question

but to be honest, i don't think i'm going to miss that house
i just wasn't in love with it like i was with the barn
i could never seem to get comfortable
my routines were shit
i never even had a job the whole time i was there
oh wait, i did. but i threw it away like a dumb ass
gosh i was a dumb ass for that.
i wish i had 10% of foresight and knowledge i have now
the best thing to do is to live and learn