Dig deeper, remember, All you've been and all you've left behind, Welcome Home, my dear..
I don't even know what to say.. everything has been weird lately. I'm probably addicted to caffeine. I just got my report card... All A's except for a lame B in hnrs. English. Lots of after-school stuff... same old, same old. haha, got in an argument with Klein in history about the whole Katrina mess in New Orleans and he was really trying to force his opinion and I had a problem with it... lol I'm sorry Klein, but not everything is Bush's fault. Uhhhh... trying to get back into the whole art era thing I had going for me in middle school.. but art needs time and I find that I often lack that. I'm kind of confused on where some of my friendships are going with certain people, everything is at a stand-still and I'm hoping things will pick up again. I'm just kind of lonely at school and at home. I'm so pissed off at the tree in our front yard! It seems to have something against the fall season, WTF, stop being so green you gay pear tree. I've been taking the bus a whole lot more because gas costs like $84521 and I finally understand why everyone hates you when you're a freshman, it's because you're a fag. Well, at least, a large portion of the fresh population are idiots. Well anywho.... I'm just living life in music and trying to ignore the skipping on this old scratchy CD *who uses CDs anymore?* blah blah blah all's well in bkland (or at least we all would like to think so)
We're throwing all caution to the wind.
It's better to think about what's ahead, then behind them.
Only I have a better chance at failure.
But my mind has a clever way of turning all the worst to right, I've found.
Oh, no. So tell them like you did it. No maybes.
We'll leave it on the radio, we're calling all cowards.
Now boy, that you made it so,
Why are you afraid of what you've done?
We'll leave it on the radio, we're calling all cowards.
Now boy, that you made it so,
Why are you afraid of what you've done? No, what you've done? No.
Return to the dirt with this cursed affair.
A lever to pull upon and the buried we'll leave there.
Only how will they ever find their way, to the road, to a better place where the memories,
they don't live to fade away.
Oh, no. So tell them like you did it.
Oh, no. So tell them like you knew.
Ditto. So tell them like you knew. No maybes.
We'll leave it on the radio, we're calling all cowards.
Now boy, that you made it so,
Why are you afraid of what you've done?
We'll leave it on the radio, we're calling all cowards.
Now boy, that you made it so,
Why are you afraid of what you've done?
It's the curse of the radio bye, bye.
Like you knew...
Oh no. So tell them like you did it.
Oh, no. So tell them like you knew.
Ditto. So tell them like you knew. No maybes.
We'll leave it on the radio, we're calling all cowards.
Now boy, that you made it so,
Why are you afraid of what you've done?
We'll leave it on the radio, we're calling all cowards.
Now boy, that you made it so,
Why are you afraid of what you've done?