Jan 30, 2011 00:30
Life is good.
Erm, I don't want to say good... That's a bit out of character and not cynical enough for me. But yeah, life is decent. I'm freaking tired and sore, and I've seen enough shitty bands to last me a lifetime, but it's been a fun day. My friend played in the high school rock off at the House of Blues today and she took me and it was like the coolest thing ever.
But I'm too tired to rant about it.
So yeah, new best friends, new boys, new PANIC MUSIC!!!! :D It's been good. :)
She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin
She's paid for
A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words are spinning through his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
He senses something, call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say,
She would tell him
But she'd have nothing left to sell him
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
Gotta love B-den's attempt at eloquence. Good try dear, good try. :)
lyrics,
panic at the disco,
rants,
concerts