Dance and laugh and play. ignore the message we convey.
It seems we’re only here to entertain.
A rebellion cut-to-fit. well I refuse to be the soundtrack to it.
we entertain we’re still knee-deep in shit.
There’s something wrong inside.
We’ve played it safe, enjoyed the ride.
You won’t like this but I’ve something to confide.
We stand for something more than a faded sticker on a skateboard.
rained on your parade and we’re out the door.
And I don’t even care any fucking more.
Witness this pair in accomplice.
Witness this pair: lethargic, unconscious.
No brows furrowed in question, complacent, completing their tasks
no questions asked
Consider this critic a cretin,
resting on laurels completely invented.
Word acrobatics performed with both harness and net.
I am so full of shit.
But I will remain until this self-awareness fades
Until I defeat the purpose served of this soapbox that you made.
That you made.
Hope, perseverance, a vision (some doubt).
Green ink, a 26, a bad case of big-mouth.
A sum of our parts and I’ve never laughed harder.
A song in our hearts and I’ve never laughed harder.
It don’t really matter cuz nothing’s ever felt as right as this.
(by the way, I stole this riff)
dude, last verse just...... speaks to me.
i'm, again, supposed to be working.
the emo kid is creeping towards completion. creeping i tell you. :\
it's going to kick ass when i finally finish it though.
i have been burying myself in pistachio pistachio and jolly ranchers to keep myself from waxing emo. i refuse to get emo.
i swear to fucking god, i have typed/said emo so much this past month that the word has lost all meaning.