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Dec 08, 2003 16:21

someday i fear i will be rescued from the boredom line with lack of memory i fail to question why with perfect sound you bring me down hey i'm not listening you're through killing me with all your facts and late night therapy like "paul's boutique" on empty streets parked and waiting for lights to turn on for good luck and drunk on your parents' favorite wine all the things i remember were they worthy of writing down bury me in memories of ck1 and tight white t's like air guitar in muscle cars with "perfect teeth" the way we are back in '95 more def than alive i wrote the screenplay to lack of direction late night movie "dates" with girls who skate and i just can't relate i'm through with school 'cause i broke the rules now i work for the man and i'm drunk once again watching reruns of night court ib cable t.v. wake up thought that everybody loved me thought that everybody cared that that i might have the strength to carry on turns out that i'm barely holding on hey hey hey it's been quite a long time i i i don't miss last november alright yeah it's time for a high-five hey hey hey it's been quite a long time
Motion City Soundtrack-perfect teeth
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