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i remember being young.
i remember not giving a shit what other people thought about me, i remember wearing whatever i wanted and trying to show brazil at dayna's sleepover in 8th grade (i cringe at this now!)
i remember not having to get in line, in all the lines they make you get in now.
they beat it out of you. they stomp you down and fold you like origami. and if you try to dress differently, work a weird job or shave half your head they laugh at you til you get back in the box.
i remember they made fun of my elton john shades, my mary poppins purse, my jncos with the 40" or so bells (they might have been bigger, they were the biggest jncos they made!)
i'm tired of being in the box.
i know that when you have friends, and they love you, they will stand by you despite all your imagined faults and failings. but what is there to keep us from ourselves?
i'm tryin to sound all enigmatic and shit but what it boils down to is, i want to wear a t-shirt dress and flat shoes when i go to the bar. but then when i get up with my friends and their cleave is all hanging out, i feel pathetic and miserable. i feel bad for doing what i want to do, and i feel bad for wanting to do what they do.
i remember not giving a shit what other people thought about me, i remember wearing whatever i wanted and trying to show brazil at dayna's sleepover in 8th grade (i cringe at this now!)
i remember not having to get in line, in all the lines they make you get in now.
they beat it out of you. they stomp you down and fold you like origami. and if you try to dress differently, work a weird job or shave half your head they laugh at you til you get back in the box.
i remember they made fun of my elton john shades, my mary poppins purse, my jncos with the 40" or so bells (they might have been bigger, they were the biggest jncos they made!)
i'm tired of being in the box.
i know that when you have friends, and they love you, they will stand by you despite all your imagined faults and failings. but what is there to keep us from ourselves?
i'm tryin to sound all enigmatic and shit but what it boils down to is, i want to wear a t-shirt dress and flat shoes when i go to the bar. but then when i get up with my friends and their cleave is all hanging out, i feel pathetic and miserable. i feel bad for doing what i want to do, and i feel bad for wanting to do what they do.