How I made millions/the strings broke
I have been looking at pictures of all the wrong people. Can you hear it in my voice baby, how I time traveled the wrong way or is it still not 2004 enough for you? Did you figure out the Paris of the south or is that up to me?
No, I know that's not up to me.
But I stare at the pictures and wonder how many push ups different men can do.
I want the Florida activities. I want to bleach my brain and tan my skin. It took me twenty-five years to learn how to wear red lipstick, I want their to be a reward.
I ate a slice of key lime because I was in Florida and then I ate another slice of Key Lime pie because I didn't win $200 million playing Hurley's lottery numbers. "The numbers."
Afterward I said anyway, to a full audience that wouldnt understand "Dude, those numbers are cursed."
And I looked at the wrong pictures maybe the way married men look at porn. I think that's fine, married men. I think it's all fine, really.
Estaban's guitar is staring at me in the guitar so I'll tell you a story again, I love to tell you stories.
And isn't that what they are baby, stories?
My life is less like twitter and more like my google searches. Puppies & homicide. Sheryl Crow lyrics &pictures of death trips.
The time change will be so great for all insomniacs. Like we werent confused enough. I will publicly give my phone number out on the internet again 718-730-5657. 57 is my lucky number but that was a happy accident.
The carnival is back at the mall. I'm like a circus show sooooo.
This feels too much like turning ten/rape victims.
I cant cry anymoreeeee. I cant cry anymoreeeeeee.
