this things bitchin
laid in the grass at practice today
now my legs are itchin
im gunna work my ass off this weekend
but thats what i always say.
instead i come onto this vortex piece of shit
and throw my life away
my ipods broken
i dont think its comin back to life
detentions seem to like me
not much lately is going right
listenin to my music
im jammin and dancing
then all of a sudden i think of you
you, are you just another passing fancy?
oh late night
none of the "important" stuff done
but who are you to decide
oh i see "authority", "superiority", "youre too young."
summer means road trips and new york and space to be filled and lived in between. i only wish i didnt have to be conscious all the days in between now and then.