And I fee lying on my bed, I (sh)could go and get washed but why would I when I can be screwed up instead? another teenager who wants to be fucked in a time when being happy means being a prep, a bitch; shallow, blonde haired and stupid.
Cos they all wan dreams but it's no fun without the spices; vodka and cigarettes an boys who don't care if you know what's going on or not. God what I wouldn't give to light up right now.
An read a poem that makes me want the summer, lying on green grass that's greener somewhere else, sunshine heating stic limbs and plucking flowers apart because you always want to know the future; it' better than where you are now, and you don't even think that five years ago you were thinking th thing and now you've reached that age where you thought it would all go good but nothing's changed and you're just hanging on a littl r, one day at a time my darlings.
And rando run through me and make me ache for a pen and some paper but it's never there becaus year old girls don't write, not anything that's worth shit other than recording implosion w.
And what is there t when you've lived in the same small town all your life, and
you've got no idea who you are or where you're going and all you know is that sam sweat that stinks off everybody around here because you're not going anywhere special girl.
And it' through you and you don't even know what it is because you could live to be a hundred and neve life out and they don't know what you're thinking, wha are inside; like you don't know them really either.
So shut the fuck up and get on wit and if it gets too hard then do something about it; dig a littl r, drink a littl and maybe even blow five pounds on lung cancer because quitting don't mean anything to anyone nowadays anyway.
Welcome to my l i f e.