I wear boots...not sandals.
So...yeah.
She's out there...in all other parts of the world, but she's out there. It's just...not here in Orlando. People here aren't dressed in black and fishnets, wild makeup and even wilder hair, with a trashy attitude but understand the concept of love and reality. Girls here don't have tattoos all over and tasteful piercings, just the stupid belly button thing and their ears. Orlando, most of Florida for that matter, isn't for me. I belong somewhere in Europe maybe...or back in New York or out in California, buried in the slums of the streets, sleeping in doorways and alleys, looking like I'm half dead...but my brain is still fully functional. I would love to just kind of hang around...maybe making music or having a crappy day job, then meet a special girl at night, who abuses me, but in the way I need to be abused.
Here...I might as well go over to Abercrombie or The Gap, get me some sandals and a Honda civic, turn up the rap music, and just fade into the crowd.
Fuck that.
She's out there...in all other parts of the world, but she's out there. It's just...not here in Orlando. People here aren't dressed in black and fishnets, wild makeup and even wilder hair, with a trashy attitude but understand the concept of love and reality. Girls here don't have tattoos all over and tasteful piercings, just the stupid belly button thing and their ears. Orlando, most of Florida for that matter, isn't for me. I belong somewhere in Europe maybe...or back in New York or out in California, buried in the slums of the streets, sleeping in doorways and alleys, looking like I'm half dead...but my brain is still fully functional. I would love to just kind of hang around...maybe making music or having a crappy day job, then meet a special girl at night, who abuses me, but in the way I need to be abused.
Here...I might as well go over to Abercrombie or The Gap, get me some sandals and a Honda civic, turn up the rap music, and just fade into the crowd.
Fuck that.