May 15, 2006 22:11
Here I sit
My life's a model kit,
But I burned the instructions and the pieces dont fit.
I eat spaghetti o's,
Turn on the stereo
And keep in mind my best case scenario
And it just clicks
The things that make me tick,
Get thrown against the wall
And i keep what sticks,
I wish with all my might
That i had a cause to fight
But i can't argue with myself tonight.
(if you are over the age of 15 and have not yet discovered the Impossibles, I fear for you, truely. Why were they so good?)