my days are short days
Applying to McDonald's was a mistake, now the damn guy won't leave me alone. He's rude and full of himself, and he won't get it through his big fat ugly head that I don't want to work for him now that I've met him.
I always took myself for lazy, because everyone always told me I was. I realized today that I'm really not that lazy. I was working hard, moving boxes and boxes of useless crap with years of dust and grime on them, sweating so hard it was dripping off me and forming a little trail behind me. But when I told my dad I was tired after an hour of work, he called me lazy. I got pissed off and told him I wasn't lazy. My mom chimed in, saying I wasn't lazy, just a whiner.
My high-e guitar string broke.
On the way home, my sister played a CD of her ex-boyfriend Andy's music. He is really good. In fact, he's better than me, better than I will ever be, and he's only twelve years old. That really hit me hard. I am a mediocre songwriter, a hack of a guitar player. And a twelve year old can record and mix better than me. Think I'm kidding? I'll show you some of my solo stuff and some of this guy's solo stuff. You'll be speachless.
And every time the phone rings, I pray it's you. It never is. I miss you Jenni. Sometimes I find it hard to believe you remember me. You're so happy now that you almost never talk to me. And that scares me.
I always took myself for lazy, because everyone always told me I was. I realized today that I'm really not that lazy. I was working hard, moving boxes and boxes of useless crap with years of dust and grime on them, sweating so hard it was dripping off me and forming a little trail behind me. But when I told my dad I was tired after an hour of work, he called me lazy. I got pissed off and told him I wasn't lazy. My mom chimed in, saying I wasn't lazy, just a whiner.
My high-e guitar string broke.
On the way home, my sister played a CD of her ex-boyfriend Andy's music. He is really good. In fact, he's better than me, better than I will ever be, and he's only twelve years old. That really hit me hard. I am a mediocre songwriter, a hack of a guitar player. And a twelve year old can record and mix better than me. Think I'm kidding? I'll show you some of my solo stuff and some of this guy's solo stuff. You'll be speachless.
And every time the phone rings, I pray it's you. It never is. I miss you Jenni. Sometimes I find it hard to believe you remember me. You're so happy now that you almost never talk to me. And that scares me.