Getting into trouble
I absolutely hate getting into trouble.
I try my way to get around things and not get caught. Like sharing a packet of twisties under my teacher’s nose during maths period, like making out with an ex-boyfriend and not letting anyone know, like catching a few winks in the toilet before heading back to my desk. But when I get caught…
I panic. Butterflies are not only in my stomach, they pound my heart and lungs. My pupils will dilate and I’ll start to stutter. I’m going to shit my pants, I feel like fainting. What would happen next, what is my punishment for this?
I try my best to get out of trouble.
I will try to remember about Karma and how she isn’t a bitch but a fair lady. I listen to my friends and their days and their problems. I make sure that my work that I send out is not mediocre (to me). I stay away from horny eyed stinky boys and too much alcohol. I try to juggle my work and do whatever I can.
But I’ll still get into trouble.
Sometimes. When it is inevitable, I am stuck in a situation that I loathe. Not having been already over piled for the day, I get caught by my boss not finishing an ad. My phone gets lost with uncomfortable information I’d rather not share with the world inside. I am left no cash and stuck in a foreign land, to succumb to lots of credit card bills. Even when I’m high-fiving the world with awesomeness I get into trouble. And I never liked the feeling.
So I put my hands up they’re playing my song
The butterflies fly away
Nodding my head like Yeah
Moving my hips like Yeah
I got my hands up they’re playing my song
I know I’m gonna be okay
Yeah-Eh-Yeah-Eh-Yeah-Eh
It’s a party in the U.S.A
Okay! Time for some damage control.
I try my way to get around things and not get caught. Like sharing a packet of twisties under my teacher’s nose during maths period, like making out with an ex-boyfriend and not letting anyone know, like catching a few winks in the toilet before heading back to my desk. But when I get caught…
I panic. Butterflies are not only in my stomach, they pound my heart and lungs. My pupils will dilate and I’ll start to stutter. I’m going to shit my pants, I feel like fainting. What would happen next, what is my punishment for this?
I try my best to get out of trouble.
I will try to remember about Karma and how she isn’t a bitch but a fair lady. I listen to my friends and their days and their problems. I make sure that my work that I send out is not mediocre (to me). I stay away from horny eyed stinky boys and too much alcohol. I try to juggle my work and do whatever I can.
But I’ll still get into trouble.
Sometimes. When it is inevitable, I am stuck in a situation that I loathe. Not having been already over piled for the day, I get caught by my boss not finishing an ad. My phone gets lost with uncomfortable information I’d rather not share with the world inside. I am left no cash and stuck in a foreign land, to succumb to lots of credit card bills. Even when I’m high-fiving the world with awesomeness I get into trouble. And I never liked the feeling.
So I put my hands up they’re playing my song
The butterflies fly away
Nodding my head like Yeah
Moving my hips like Yeah
I got my hands up they’re playing my song
I know I’m gonna be okay
Yeah-Eh-Yeah-Eh-Yeah-Eh
It’s a party in the U.S.A
Okay! Time for some damage control.