A man who's got nothin' ain't got nothin' to lose
It's only been cold for 3 weeks and I already can't wait until spring. I fucking hate this cold so much. I hate riding my ass to work in the rain. I hate wearing layers, and gloves, and wool socks, just so i can survive. I live in Davis. Not Seattle, not New York City, not Antarctica. I mean come on. Take me down to the Paradise City, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. If only, Axl, If only.
I feel restless. I wanna do something crazy and stupid. Like, buy a train ticket and go down to Berkeley for no reason. Buy some random girl flowers and ask her to dinner, just for the fuck of it. Or maybe i could ride my bike for miles in the dark to the middle of nowhere with a sleeping bag, and try to find my way home in the morning. I wanna like, like, just do something with total abandon. Being all paranoid and oversupervised is turning me all crotchety and lame. Whatever, I'm not really going to do anything, i just like the idea.
I feel restless. I wanna do something crazy and stupid. Like, buy a train ticket and go down to Berkeley for no reason. Buy some random girl flowers and ask her to dinner, just for the fuck of it. Or maybe i could ride my bike for miles in the dark to the middle of nowhere with a sleeping bag, and try to find my way home in the morning. I wanna like, like, just do something with total abandon. Being all paranoid and oversupervised is turning me all crotchety and lame. Whatever, I'm not really going to do anything, i just like the idea.