My favorite subject in school was history
You guys ever feel like a puppet? I'm an ole' puppet boy, what do you wanna do today? Just pull the ole' strings; we doin' drugs today? Sure. We fallin in love today? Sure. We livin' today? Sure. We're pullin' along.
I just don't want control; I both want it and don't want it. I'm terminally "whatever", I don't wanna try and describe it anymore. You can have the control, just let me sleep.
Oh, goddamnit, and I still care! I still fucking like people more than music, are you happy? Jesus, more of this puppetry shit. Even though music is so much more...whatever, puppetry, get it?
I think one of the saddest things i can think of:
After clint and ian leave maryville, the golden age (in my mind) will be gone. It'll be devoid of the people I thought made it so damn unique and bizarre. I guess there's good people everywhere, but the people I felt a kindred spirit with, it'll just be a memory. Maryville will now be known as something else. New cliques will take over and have prominence; that thought is so sad. I guess we've left our mark on a few; I hope it lasts. I hope our memories don't die, I couldn't bear the thought. It's the loneliest thought in the world. I don't wanna be forgotten. I don't wanna be alone. I want a lil' one who'll hold my hand and kiss me on the cheek and say, "hush up you big baby, i won't forget you, i'm right here!" while her eyes sparkle and her hair blows in the wind.
I just don't want control; I both want it and don't want it. I'm terminally "whatever", I don't wanna try and describe it anymore. You can have the control, just let me sleep.
Oh, goddamnit, and I still care! I still fucking like people more than music, are you happy? Jesus, more of this puppetry shit. Even though music is so much more...whatever, puppetry, get it?
I think one of the saddest things i can think of:
After clint and ian leave maryville, the golden age (in my mind) will be gone. It'll be devoid of the people I thought made it so damn unique and bizarre. I guess there's good people everywhere, but the people I felt a kindred spirit with, it'll just be a memory. Maryville will now be known as something else. New cliques will take over and have prominence; that thought is so sad. I guess we've left our mark on a few; I hope it lasts. I hope our memories don't die, I couldn't bear the thought. It's the loneliest thought in the world. I don't wanna be forgotten. I don't wanna be alone. I want a lil' one who'll hold my hand and kiss me on the cheek and say, "hush up you big baby, i won't forget you, i'm right here!" while her eyes sparkle and her hair blows in the wind.