this is so back in the day.
16, barely a virgin, kissing girls, kissing boys, partying hard, and never hardly partying.
this was when i was someone's lolita.
so i drift through these days of appointments and promises made
they will all end up broken and quickly replaced.
weeks are slow, days drag on; even practice and parties seem long.
but i found myself going
"i guess there’s nothing to do
oh well
group of kids, line of cars,
more will show up after the bars close
there’s this boredom that drowns everything."
i can’t breath with these words in my mouth, but i’m not going to say them.
yeah, i’ve made that mistake before.
where you been, is something wrong?
i try to just smile, and say everything’s fine.
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baby is sick, and thats all i can keep thinking about.