i can only pray that some day you'll stick with how i sell you...
"we look good, side by side, walking back to the hotel"--minus the bear
why try to say it when you feel someone said it better first i suppose.
some one makes me really happy, but i don't know if they understand why, it's nothing specific really i guess...they just treat me differently then anyone ever has...i don't know, but i care about them a lot and i barely know them...a friend appearing so randomly in my life to stir things up and inspire, etc...i'm a fool, a hopeless fool but i'm not really to worried about it. I'm good at it. So i might as well monopolize the industry so to speak.
the good life was, is, and will always be awesome. the show was great, no thanks to the other bands really. talking shop with Casher made me feel like a real boy though. kinda like i might really be doing it...you know the whole "rock" thing. i wake up to states i couldn't breathe, i tore that paper heart right off my sleeve and so on.
i think it's funny how people like to play house with our lives. what new story can they force frame us into. is everyone really that bored? i know what it feels like to want so badly to be a part of something but people just don't go over board. i'm sure they're not really meaning to bother or annoy...well most of them at least. But it really churns my butter to have my everyday practices scrutinized and molded for other people's amusement. end.
i heart harvey birdman so freakin' much
why don't i marry him?
okay, i think i will
deuce peewee send up
i'm out
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~mike...end transmission
why try to say it when you feel someone said it better first i suppose.
some one makes me really happy, but i don't know if they understand why, it's nothing specific really i guess...they just treat me differently then anyone ever has...i don't know, but i care about them a lot and i barely know them...a friend appearing so randomly in my life to stir things up and inspire, etc...i'm a fool, a hopeless fool but i'm not really to worried about it. I'm good at it. So i might as well monopolize the industry so to speak.
the good life was, is, and will always be awesome. the show was great, no thanks to the other bands really. talking shop with Casher made me feel like a real boy though. kinda like i might really be doing it...you know the whole "rock" thing. i wake up to states i couldn't breathe, i tore that paper heart right off my sleeve and so on.
i think it's funny how people like to play house with our lives. what new story can they force frame us into. is everyone really that bored? i know what it feels like to want so badly to be a part of something but people just don't go over board. i'm sure they're not really meaning to bother or annoy...well most of them at least. But it really churns my butter to have my everyday practices scrutinized and molded for other people's amusement. end.
i heart harvey birdman so freakin' much
why don't i marry him?
okay, i think i will
deuce peewee send up
i'm out
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~mike...end transmission