Twice I've been lied to
I'm sitting in Steamboat Springs, Colorado. I really hate this city, more that Orem or even Frankfurt (Norway? I forget) Everything is fake, the only reason any buildings are here are to take people money. It's a Tourist town. A place where idiotic people gather to do idiotic things. At least Jim's a nice guy, he bakes cookies and such, if I show up at around 5 they're still warm. He even let's me get some milk from the fridges in the back. What a guy.
Changes are coming... like the seasons, everyone changes faces, changes feeling, changes titles and shoes. A couple of extreme changes have come to my attention. Like school, and the act of running through sprinklers. Barnes and Noble will have a picture of me with the caption of "Best Customer". Maybe I will share the title with a few close friends. MAYBE, if i'm in a good mood. What babe? What power? Know know. Ya know? Orem will be our playground.
New likes and fails (Falls!) new feelings and new butterflies, but Autumn is coming, and the bugs will die. Oh, they will die. But not some, some will turn into something even better, something grand and beautiful. I'm glad that I am honored to witness it.
New changes to myself, reverting actually, to what I used to be. A nice guy. Sarcasm be damned, it's not funny anymore.
Apparently, I'm the vocalist and backup strings, and eventually standup Bassist. I wasn't aware that someone could learn more than me in a few weeks that I learned in a few years. Just goes to show, some have talent, some have skill. I would be the latter. I'm not gloomy, I'm up for singing.
Swedish girls will not steal my virginity. If I go, I will go kicking and screaming, and not without tears. I'm emo. In fact, I'm skater-hippy emo-rocker morman. YEAH, hows THAT for a damned GENRE!? Don't label me, you bastards. I'm not a number, I'm not the contents of my bank account, I'm not my fucking khaki's.
New CD smells good, especially if you know that the person you bought it for will like it. Crows fly on...
Ever see a deep shadow in a dark room with only a little light, and think that maybe the person you are missing is there, watching you? Well, I do. IM NOT CRAZY!!! *twitch*
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Changes are coming... like the seasons, everyone changes faces, changes feeling, changes titles and shoes. A couple of extreme changes have come to my attention. Like school, and the act of running through sprinklers. Barnes and Noble will have a picture of me with the caption of "Best Customer". Maybe I will share the title with a few close friends. MAYBE, if i'm in a good mood. What babe? What power? Know know. Ya know? Orem will be our playground.
New likes and fails (Falls!) new feelings and new butterflies, but Autumn is coming, and the bugs will die. Oh, they will die. But not some, some will turn into something even better, something grand and beautiful. I'm glad that I am honored to witness it.
New changes to myself, reverting actually, to what I used to be. A nice guy. Sarcasm be damned, it's not funny anymore.
Apparently, I'm the vocalist and backup strings, and eventually standup Bassist. I wasn't aware that someone could learn more than me in a few weeks that I learned in a few years. Just goes to show, some have talent, some have skill. I would be the latter. I'm not gloomy, I'm up for singing.
Swedish girls will not steal my virginity. If I go, I will go kicking and screaming, and not without tears. I'm emo. In fact, I'm skater-hippy emo-rocker morman. YEAH, hows THAT for a damned GENRE!? Don't label me, you bastards. I'm not a number, I'm not the contents of my bank account, I'm not my fucking khaki's.
New CD smells good, especially if you know that the person you bought it for will like it. Crows fly on...
Ever see a deep shadow in a dark room with only a little light, and think that maybe the person you are missing is there, watching you? Well, I do. IM NOT CRAZY!!! *twitch*
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