it's beautiful out and i wish it would rain
I keep forgetting that it takes fifteen minutes to get to school each morning, and not two seconds. Even if there was a fancy teleportation device in my garage, two seconds wouldn't change the fact that I'm already thirty-seven minutes late for French. And when that happens (already twice this week) I give up on Mrs. Miller altogether, and head straight toward the art room to work on my much needed platypus.
Further more, I know my own flaws better than you guys, more than you ever will, so quit pointing them out every fucking chance you get. Of course, you say you're trying to help, trying to make me realize what I'm doing, but I already know, goddamnit. And I hate it. All you're doing is pulling me down further and pissing me off.
And I forgot to bring my platypus home, which I'd once planned to finish painting the bastard this weekend.
Further more, I know my own flaws better than you guys, more than you ever will, so quit pointing them out every fucking chance you get. Of course, you say you're trying to help, trying to make me realize what I'm doing, but I already know, goddamnit. And I hate it. All you're doing is pulling me down further and pissing me off.
And I forgot to bring my platypus home, which I'd once planned to finish painting the bastard this weekend.