everyone’s ugly and miserable
it just sometimes doesn’t show
so fuck you, i’m going to sleep
fuck i don’t even want to do anything anymore. i’m just going to listen to titus andronicus and not write this essay and maybe flunk out of school and go die on the street somewhere
There’ll be no more cigarettes
No more having sex
No more drinking until you fall on the floor.
No more indie rock
Just a ticking clock
You have no time for that anymore.
You better watch where you run your mouth
Because you know what they’ll say to you
They’ll say, "Your life is over."
but i’ve been this way my whole life
did you think that you could change me
it’s why i’m always leaving
so no one can reach me
grace just short of glory
it’s the same old fucking story
as the path that lies behind me
it’s the same one in front of me