Nobody's foolin this charlie.
When they say you don't know what you have 'till it's gone, they're not shittin' ya.
I want to have fun like I used to. I want to be so close again. I want to have the most rockin' weekends around, and for everyone to hear about them on monday, but in the most fucked up way possible, so nobody will understand, and it's even more funny. I want to tell people about their birds. (they call me BIG bird haha)
I want to wear the same clothes I used to, even if they do look like wanna be punk rock clothes. I don't care. I loved them. I want to wear my dirty old converse and plaid pants and shirts that tell you where your mullet came from. I want to decorate a million notes for you and put stars all over them.
I want to listen to UNWRITTEN LAW and meet the lead singer again, and I want to lie to Ricky and tell him the lead singer of MEST grabbed my ass so he'll be jealous that he didn't grab HIS ass. I want to go camping. I want to swim in my bra. I want to go to disneyland and knottsberry farm.
I want people to think we're lesbians *even though my mom already does*. I want to dye my hair every weekend. I want my whole body to be purple. I want to use my green cell phone and never change the face plate. I want to drop it in the toilet at rancho. lmao. OK, maybe I don't want to do that.
I want to stay online all night, taking turns. Talking to random people. I want to go to the orlenes and have old men look at me. I WANT OLD MEN IN YELLOW SHIRTS! I want to write songs about old men in yellow shirts.
I want to have the most fun time possible. Always. And I have never, ever had fun like that.
I want to have fun like I used to. I want to be so close again. I want to have the most rockin' weekends around, and for everyone to hear about them on monday, but in the most fucked up way possible, so nobody will understand, and it's even more funny. I want to tell people about their birds. (they call me BIG bird haha)
I want to wear the same clothes I used to, even if they do look like wanna be punk rock clothes. I don't care. I loved them. I want to wear my dirty old converse and plaid pants and shirts that tell you where your mullet came from. I want to decorate a million notes for you and put stars all over them.
I want to listen to UNWRITTEN LAW and meet the lead singer again, and I want to lie to Ricky and tell him the lead singer of MEST grabbed my ass so he'll be jealous that he didn't grab HIS ass. I want to go camping. I want to swim in my bra. I want to go to disneyland and knottsberry farm.
I want people to think we're lesbians *even though my mom already does*. I want to dye my hair every weekend. I want my whole body to be purple. I want to use my green cell phone and never change the face plate. I want to drop it in the toilet at rancho. lmao. OK, maybe I don't want to do that.
I want to stay online all night, taking turns. Talking to random people. I want to go to the orlenes and have old men look at me. I WANT OLD MEN IN YELLOW SHIRTS! I want to write songs about old men in yellow shirts.
I want to have the most fun time possible. Always. And I have never, ever had fun like that.