Missin' you.
I want to be the minority.
I don't need your authority.
Down with the moral majority,
'Cause I want to be the minority!
I pledge allegiance to the underworld;
One nation under dog,
There of which I stand alone.
A face in the crowd
Unsung, against the mold...
Without a doubt,
Singled out,
The only way I know!
I want to be the minority.
I don't need your authority.
Down with the moral majority,
'Casue I want to be the minority!
Stepped out of the line,
Like a sheep runs from the herd.
Marching out of time,
To my own beat now.
The only way I know!
One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark,
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts.
"For crying out loud," she screamed unto me...
A free for all.
Fuck 'em all!
You are your own sight!
I want to be the minority!
I don't need your authority!
Down with the moral majority,
'Cause I want to be the minority!!
'Manda-
I dunno how the hell I expect you to read this, really. In fact, I doubt you'll get to, what with being off in Germany and all. I'm still going to post it though.
I was thinking back about old times; us. I realized, after a moment of thought, that I really miss you more than I'm letting on. I can't contact you via cell phone, since I can't get it to call your number. It just won't. I've tried so much. E-mail's not satisfactory, and I don't know if I'm going to be home in the same time span as you.
If I never see you again, I just want it to be known that I regret it.
I'm sorry about all the stupid fights we've ever gotten into.
I'm sorry if I've been rude, condescending, overly meek, etc.
And I just want you to know, no matter what, if you need me...I'm here.
I love you, Skunkie. And anyone expecting that to change is silly.
Please don't forget about the Otter, 'kay? You're one of the few I still hold in high regard.
Here's to the future, Wolley.
Love you.
-Bailey
PS: I wanna hold your ear, baby, wanna hold it near, baby...
PPS: 'Manda, get your gun.
I don't need your authority.
Down with the moral majority,
'Cause I want to be the minority!
I pledge allegiance to the underworld;
One nation under dog,
There of which I stand alone.
A face in the crowd
Unsung, against the mold...
Without a doubt,
Singled out,
The only way I know!
I want to be the minority.
I don't need your authority.
Down with the moral majority,
'Casue I want to be the minority!
Stepped out of the line,
Like a sheep runs from the herd.
Marching out of time,
To my own beat now.
The only way I know!
One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark,
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts.
"For crying out loud," she screamed unto me...
A free for all.
Fuck 'em all!
You are your own sight!
I want to be the minority!
I don't need your authority!
Down with the moral majority,
'Cause I want to be the minority!!
'Manda-
I dunno how the hell I expect you to read this, really. In fact, I doubt you'll get to, what with being off in Germany and all. I'm still going to post it though.
I was thinking back about old times; us. I realized, after a moment of thought, that I really miss you more than I'm letting on. I can't contact you via cell phone, since I can't get it to call your number. It just won't. I've tried so much. E-mail's not satisfactory, and I don't know if I'm going to be home in the same time span as you.
If I never see you again, I just want it to be known that I regret it.
I'm sorry about all the stupid fights we've ever gotten into.
I'm sorry if I've been rude, condescending, overly meek, etc.
And I just want you to know, no matter what, if you need me...I'm here.
I love you, Skunkie. And anyone expecting that to change is silly.
Please don't forget about the Otter, 'kay? You're one of the few I still hold in high regard.
Here's to the future, Wolley.
Love you.
-Bailey
PS: I wanna hold your ear, baby, wanna hold it near, baby...
PPS: 'Manda, get your gun.