DEADendkids...
it was a colder night tonight, much more so than the last few. no rain, but the clouds were rolling in just the same. i stepped out of that bar, kicked the last couple cans across the sidewalk, and i fumbled with my phone hoping that someone, anyone had called with something else to go do.
oh fuck...yeah right. come on, you think id actually waste my time with some over dramatic fucking nonsense like that? a story so cold, so dark, a story of passion and purpose and love and loss. give me a fucking break. this isnt hollywood, contrary to what that group of girls at the dive i just crawled out of think, and it sure isnt going to be anything more that exactly what it is.
just another night...not too cold, not too warm.
you want adventure? you want excitement? you want the fastest, shiniest cars and the fancy dinners at expensive restaurants?
i dont think you will find it here, hate to break it to ya. you know ive seen it from all sides, from all the angles. ive seen the kids with the breaks, ive seen the kids who give people breaks, and ive been on boths sides of the coin everytime its flipped. ive staggered down dark alleys in big cities and ive sat in open fields by beaches in the smallest towns you could imagine. ive seen the stars crawl out from under the clouds and watched desert valleys light up with lightning. ive been kicked and spit on, ive been picked up and kissed...and you know what? theres only one thing that ever remains consistent...
we, my love, are the unwanted ones. tough to swallow? its going to get better, give me just a minute. its not so much that we cant be happy, or that we dont fit in, but theres a handful of us who just wont ever be a part of anything that the rest of the world accepts. it doesnt matter what you wear, what you eat, where you hang out, or what is playing on that shitty old record player you have. there isnt a place for us. and its ok.
im looking for the one that doesnt care what job i work, doesnt care what ambitions i have. doesnt care that half the time my hair is a fucking mess and my clothes arent really in style. fuck being star struck. ive got better things to do than worry what some anorexic girl and her designer accessory lap dog ate at some fancy restaurant in beverly hills. thanks...but ill pass.
and of course theres the ones who crossover...you want to be in the middle...and thats ok. it is the cool crowd after all. i can understand...
but you know what else? fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck the cool crowd. im not you, i never have been, im not going to start now.
yeah i guess sometimes we come full circle...and theres nothing wrong with that.
and no i didnt wake up on the wrong side of the floor tonight.
it has nothing to do with being upset, nothing to do with being happy or content. its just life...and im embracing every little flaw we all have. all of our imperfections are what make us the chosen few. the outcast, the losers...the riff raff that gets tossed out at closing...still laughing, still dancing out into the street. knocking over trash cans on the way to the car, piling into a plain, simple automobile. rolling down the windows and putting on our favorite songs, screaming the words at anyone who will listen and applauding our own performances all the way to our simple apartments. kissing, hugging, laughing, shouting and dancing, until our legs give out and we collapse on whatever make shift furniture we own for a night of dreams of far off lands and revolutions and victories and books and movies and hope and love and peace.
i dont expect you to understand, i dont expect you to want to be a part of any of it, and i especially dont expect you to understand, let alone talk to us when we show up at YOUR bar, YOUR party, YOUR social fucking get together.
"who are they?"
"i dont know, i didnt invite them..."
good luck with your world, i appreciate it, but i want no part...
but i know there are more of us out there, and we may be smiling and sad, or laughing and crying and singing, maybe even some of us are working 9 to 5 dead end jobs, laughing at our bosses, and even more of us still are painting and reading and learning...
and at the same times, on a night, doesnt matter which one, any night will do..
we will look up to the sky and wonder if anyone really fucking cares at all.
well...i do.
if it makes any difference at all...i care more than you will ever know.
oh fuck...yeah right. come on, you think id actually waste my time with some over dramatic fucking nonsense like that? a story so cold, so dark, a story of passion and purpose and love and loss. give me a fucking break. this isnt hollywood, contrary to what that group of girls at the dive i just crawled out of think, and it sure isnt going to be anything more that exactly what it is.
just another night...not too cold, not too warm.
you want adventure? you want excitement? you want the fastest, shiniest cars and the fancy dinners at expensive restaurants?
i dont think you will find it here, hate to break it to ya. you know ive seen it from all sides, from all the angles. ive seen the kids with the breaks, ive seen the kids who give people breaks, and ive been on boths sides of the coin everytime its flipped. ive staggered down dark alleys in big cities and ive sat in open fields by beaches in the smallest towns you could imagine. ive seen the stars crawl out from under the clouds and watched desert valleys light up with lightning. ive been kicked and spit on, ive been picked up and kissed...and you know what? theres only one thing that ever remains consistent...
we, my love, are the unwanted ones. tough to swallow? its going to get better, give me just a minute. its not so much that we cant be happy, or that we dont fit in, but theres a handful of us who just wont ever be a part of anything that the rest of the world accepts. it doesnt matter what you wear, what you eat, where you hang out, or what is playing on that shitty old record player you have. there isnt a place for us. and its ok.
im looking for the one that doesnt care what job i work, doesnt care what ambitions i have. doesnt care that half the time my hair is a fucking mess and my clothes arent really in style. fuck being star struck. ive got better things to do than worry what some anorexic girl and her designer accessory lap dog ate at some fancy restaurant in beverly hills. thanks...but ill pass.
and of course theres the ones who crossover...you want to be in the middle...and thats ok. it is the cool crowd after all. i can understand...
but you know what else? fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck the cool crowd. im not you, i never have been, im not going to start now.
yeah i guess sometimes we come full circle...and theres nothing wrong with that.
and no i didnt wake up on the wrong side of the floor tonight.
it has nothing to do with being upset, nothing to do with being happy or content. its just life...and im embracing every little flaw we all have. all of our imperfections are what make us the chosen few. the outcast, the losers...the riff raff that gets tossed out at closing...still laughing, still dancing out into the street. knocking over trash cans on the way to the car, piling into a plain, simple automobile. rolling down the windows and putting on our favorite songs, screaming the words at anyone who will listen and applauding our own performances all the way to our simple apartments. kissing, hugging, laughing, shouting and dancing, until our legs give out and we collapse on whatever make shift furniture we own for a night of dreams of far off lands and revolutions and victories and books and movies and hope and love and peace.
i dont expect you to understand, i dont expect you to want to be a part of any of it, and i especially dont expect you to understand, let alone talk to us when we show up at YOUR bar, YOUR party, YOUR social fucking get together.
"who are they?"
"i dont know, i didnt invite them..."
good luck with your world, i appreciate it, but i want no part...
but i know there are more of us out there, and we may be smiling and sad, or laughing and crying and singing, maybe even some of us are working 9 to 5 dead end jobs, laughing at our bosses, and even more of us still are painting and reading and learning...
and at the same times, on a night, doesnt matter which one, any night will do..
we will look up to the sky and wonder if anyone really fucking cares at all.
well...i do.
if it makes any difference at all...i care more than you will ever know.