what do you give someone who's already got one of everything you thought would be the perfect accoutrement to their unnerving temperament? attention?
what could a lonely peasant being like myself offer a perfect, pleasant savior of humanity, redeemer of us sickly-sinning hillbillies? attention.
just one more resounding stab at all the others you've almost blown your cover but your tracks don't stick one more bottle should do the trick discreetly cleansing the remnants of every disdainful quip we found no escape route but i know you well enough to hate you now it seems that you haven't figured that out
what do you call someone who calls you out on DIY ethics you don't embody as he drains his dad and mommy's monthly data plan? an asshole with an iPhone.
i'll admit i'm in the same boat caught between my adolescent safety net and where the world wants me to be but i'd never use that as an excuse to treat my friends the way that you treat me
just one more distorted sad attempt at humor from the jagged bleeding tumor in our throat the malignance at best, and quick to address yourself as anything other than what we've learned to expect the patron saints of good god damn ill kick myself asleep before i'd shake that grimy, dirty, russet arrogant hands so please leave my houseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
