i don't want to go to your party, i don't wanna talk to your friends, i don't wanna vote for your president, i just want to be your tugboat captain...
well things here are still the same desolate grounds they were whence i arrived back in february, only 2 months remain from my exile, then off to the real world i will go...
someone asked me what the first thing i was going to do was and i had no idea, drink guinness? pose in my suits? take a girl out on a date? or just sit in my apartment and meal over what just happened to me? who knows, its all just a big mystery right now, zitra bude krasny den....
well things here are still the same desolate grounds they were whence i arrived back in february, only 2 months remain from my exile, then off to the real world i will go...
someone asked me what the first thing i was going to do was and i had no idea, drink guinness? pose in my suits? take a girl out on a date? or just sit in my apartment and meal over what just happened to me? who knows, its all just a big mystery right now, zitra bude krasny den....