Party and Bullshit. Can't we just all get along? So I can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn, get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon. And it's on, and I'm gone... that's that.
Everyone's birthday this weekend. Valentine babies, ya think? Been out partying and well wishing and bullshit.
I seem to focus on how tenuous life is. It really could be all gone in a moment, and I don't know understand why we fight. Why sometimes people can't just fucking toss their baggage out in the rain where it belongs.
I'm not asking everyobody to love each other, but shit, give it a rest sometimes. Who wants to die alone and miserable just because you can't get over a bunch of programming your fucked up parents or society or whathaveyou put into you.
Override, kids. That's the word for the week. You say, "I can't." and you won't ever get over it, you'll waddle into oblivion like the drone biology made you to be, cuz some of that stuff you do is involuntary... just a gut reaction. Ask yourself, it's in you but is it really a part of you?
God. Listen to the hippy bullshit that comes out of my mouth. I hate hippies.
When I get complimented, the first thing I think is that the person is just being insincere. Social, making nice. Maybe even trying to garner my favor.
It's not always true and it's something I know isn't always true. But I think it. I always keep my eye out for that tiger in the shadows... never trust anything because you can't get caught with your pants down. Whatever goes down you gotta be ready to cut your ties and move on and survive.
Yeah, sounds really retarded to me, too.
So tell me what bullshit you got goin' on... we'll swap our diseases like they were baseball cards.
Everyone's birthday this weekend. Valentine babies, ya think? Been out partying and well wishing and bullshit.
I seem to focus on how tenuous life is. It really could be all gone in a moment, and I don't know understand why we fight. Why sometimes people can't just fucking toss their baggage out in the rain where it belongs.
I'm not asking everyobody to love each other, but shit, give it a rest sometimes. Who wants to die alone and miserable just because you can't get over a bunch of programming your fucked up parents or society or whathaveyou put into you.
Override, kids. That's the word for the week. You say, "I can't." and you won't ever get over it, you'll waddle into oblivion like the drone biology made you to be, cuz some of that stuff you do is involuntary... just a gut reaction. Ask yourself, it's in you but is it really a part of you?
God. Listen to the hippy bullshit that comes out of my mouth. I hate hippies.
When I get complimented, the first thing I think is that the person is just being insincere. Social, making nice. Maybe even trying to garner my favor.
It's not always true and it's something I know isn't always true. But I think it. I always keep my eye out for that tiger in the shadows... never trust anything because you can't get caught with your pants down. Whatever goes down you gotta be ready to cut your ties and move on and survive.
Yeah, sounds really retarded to me, too.
So tell me what bullshit you got goin' on... we'll swap our diseases like they were baseball cards.