why my life rules.

[lazfreak]

In my lonely old house in the sticks of new york,
i just had the best feeling in the world.

I just rocked out to less than jake for more than half an hour, and during that time, everything made sense.

I didn't care about breaking up with girls, or how many times it happened.
I didn't care about my future, my past, or the disappointment inherent in either.
I didn't care about who did what, what happened to who and/or when.

I enjoyed myself for the first time in a long time.
and I didn't care that nobody was around to share it with me.

Sing along with me now, this is my favorite:

This map hung up on the truck stop hallway door
is looking worn and I can hardly read it anymore
I feel like I'm a speck thrown on the map
and I can't help my urge to laugh
I never used to feel like that

Well I'm half awake half a world away
all my past mistakes and every wasted day
I wouldn't have it any other way

I'll try through my haze and half shut eyes
to count up all the reasons why
I should be back at home tonight

Half awake half a world away
all my past mistakes and every wasted day
proves that I'll never change
I'll always stay the same

I wouldn't have it any other way

GAINESVILLE, ROCK CITY
GAINESVILLE, ROCK CITY

I don't care if you hate less than jake.
and frankly, I don't care if you hate me either.

it was just really a good feeling.