trying hard not to look like I'm trying that hard failing miserably at everything including that making plans in my head right before I go to sleep trying to think of who could make a better me than me
maybe I'll shoot him an email, maybe he'll give it a go then I'll be free to just evaporate, disperse or implode
picking at holes in my jeans there's so much god in my gene pool not feeling lonely, I just like being alone
I've called A through F already but no one knows why one girl, one man, two pay checks are more than I can handle mathematically, and I can't be more than one end of a candle bottom of a ninth, can't find my socks
lord knows I'm stuck between two good things but I just want to get out and mom knows I should've been home an hour ago but I'm still outside not doing anything wrong just walking in circles, and playing high school songs in my head because it's better than lying awakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
