the revolution will be televised.
fall is here,hear the yell
back to school,ring the bell
brand new shoes,walking blues
climb the fence,books and pens
i can tell that we're going to be friends.
school school school school
oh dear. well i fell in love with mat kearney, some guy who opened for john mayer the other day, we're gettting married by the way, john and i, and if that doesn't work out i'm going for mat, they're both amazing with the guitar, and mats got the piano down, and their voices are sweettah than suga so they're mine mine mine. three classes with a lameshit shit shit, bothered me for aboue 2 seconds but i wont let him make me have a bad year. i've got this and one more of highschool to go, and then i'm done with it forever no need to put myself in a bad moood eh? cigarettes are my new pal. this could be bad but i'm young my lungs and put up with me for a little while. school shopping is monday with the ladies, i get to spend all my own money, mother dearest doesn't love me anymore, no joke there. whatever life is swell as of this moment. i'm loving it.
i know im dead on the surface,
but i'm screaming underneath.