....I...m.i.s.s....
playing guitar,
--- to relieve stress, relax, take a break, and generally have agood time feeling 100% better afterwards
--- for people, except not in person, theyd' be on the other phone line or something
--- for a girl that would happen to come over to my house or something likethat.
--- and putting a smile on the face of anyone who listens
not being enclosed by a car life,
--- so i could talk to more people about different cool things
--- so i could have a better schedule and what not
--- so i could study
having a normal part time job,
--- so i could go to school
--- so i could chat with friends when i wasn't studying or in class
--- so i wasn't ran to witt's end
going to concerts with bryan,
--- so we could pick up hot women
--- because we'd talk to members of the bands and get scene points
--- and hanging out with people we'd met afterwards
talking to my mom,
--- even though she's psycho and a compulsive liar
--- even though she takes my money to try and do good
--- about anything and everything that sons talk to mothers about
going to school,
--- meeting new faces and trying to make friends
--- and taking down notes, lots of notes, to try and see what the teacher's about
--- making the grade
laying on a bed,
--- and listening to a record that skips
--- while watching office space, or thats what we told the parents
--- and then getting up, only to bump my head on the bunk bed above me
--- relaxing you by running my fingers through your hair
driving in my 300zx,
--- and taking that fateful trip down lithia pinecrest
--- blasting jimmy eat world because my brother got me the cd for christmas
--- with girls in the passenger seat telling me its just like a rollercoaster
--- with bryan by my side, the two of us ready to take on whatever the world is going to throw at us
--- to relieve stress, relax, take a break, and generally have agood time feeling 100% better afterwards
--- for people, except not in person, theyd' be on the other phone line or something
--- for a girl that would happen to come over to my house or something likethat.
--- and putting a smile on the face of anyone who listens
not being enclosed by a car life,
--- so i could talk to more people about different cool things
--- so i could have a better schedule and what not
--- so i could study
having a normal part time job,
--- so i could go to school
--- so i could chat with friends when i wasn't studying or in class
--- so i wasn't ran to witt's end
going to concerts with bryan,
--- so we could pick up hot women
--- because we'd talk to members of the bands and get scene points
--- and hanging out with people we'd met afterwards
talking to my mom,
--- even though she's psycho and a compulsive liar
--- even though she takes my money to try and do good
--- about anything and everything that sons talk to mothers about
going to school,
--- meeting new faces and trying to make friends
--- and taking down notes, lots of notes, to try and see what the teacher's about
--- making the grade
laying on a bed,
--- and listening to a record that skips
--- while watching office space, or thats what we told the parents
--- and then getting up, only to bump my head on the bunk bed above me
--- relaxing you by running my fingers through your hair
driving in my 300zx,
--- and taking that fateful trip down lithia pinecrest
--- blasting jimmy eat world because my brother got me the cd for christmas
--- with girls in the passenger seat telling me its just like a rollercoaster
--- with bryan by my side, the two of us ready to take on whatever the world is going to throw at us