Anthems.

Mar 04, 2009 12:40

Used to be one of the rotten ones and he liked you for that.

I want to live with him, in Ottawa, in my little apartment. I want to work at a musuem or for the gorverment and make a lotta money and have a good time.
My parents don't care about any of it as long as I'm happy, which is ridiculously amazing.

If we end up living at home.
I will smile.
And I will be normal.
And I will get a mall-job probably.

But deep down inside I'll be daydreaming about my empty Ottawa apartment, and the fun jobs, and how we could have had the loveliest summer possible in it.

Now you're all gone got your make-up on and you're not coming back.
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