Gonna tear this motherfucking world apart
In the immortal words of Sophie Ellis Bextor (Muggle singer):
Go, go, go, go, go
Get over you!
You drive me crazy, up the wall
Think you're Mr Know-It-All
People with double barrel names always know best.
I guess I have one too. Sort of. Parkinson-Ruet. Pax Parkinson-Ruet. I've never gone by it before, though. It's always just been Ruet.
But maybe i'm tired of that, now.
Maybe I don't want to be who you all want me to be!
I don't want to be like...like this.
I've been isolating myself, this whole tour. I didn't finish out the last couple of nights. The band just didn't go onstage. Zac was in my fucking face
"Why won't you go out to them? They're calling your name, can't you hear them? GO AND PLAY!".
I couldn't. It got too big. I just wanted to collapse in the corner, with a joint, and maybe my Little Pointy Best Friend. Relax relax relax.
Deep breaths.
So yeah, I don't want to be that guy anymore. That motherfucking bad mouthed drug addict with the bad attitude and the bad hair and the tatty clothes and the shitty guitar riffs.
I realise something on this tour.
I don't want to be a rockstar.
I know who Pax Ruet is, and I don't like him.
I want to try Paxamillion Parkinson-Ruet. I want to. I want to.
And I will.
I've booked myself in to some clinic or other. It's got a fancy name that makes me think of trees and flowers and babbling brooks, but I bet it's nothing like that.
None the less, i'll weather it. I want it. I want to be different. I want to change.
Irrevocably if possible.
Zac and I are over, I can't be with him, it's too painful. It's that life. Besides, he's obviously so in love with Cael. Fuck it. I don't care anymore.
In fact, I don't even think i'm gay. Maybe they can fix that up, when they fix up my drug problem and my personality.
Spoke to Draco one of the last nights of the tour. Was kind of enlightening. Maybe he's not such a bad kid. Don't know. Hope he gets his shit sorted out, too. He needs to.
I'm packing my bags. This is something I have to do.
The Dark Mark are over.
- Pax.
Go, go, go, go, go
Get over you!
You drive me crazy, up the wall
Think you're Mr Know-It-All
People with double barrel names always know best.
I guess I have one too. Sort of. Parkinson-Ruet. Pax Parkinson-Ruet. I've never gone by it before, though. It's always just been Ruet.
But maybe i'm tired of that, now.
Maybe I don't want to be who you all want me to be!
I don't want to be like...like this.
I've been isolating myself, this whole tour. I didn't finish out the last couple of nights. The band just didn't go onstage. Zac was in my fucking face
"Why won't you go out to them? They're calling your name, can't you hear them? GO AND PLAY!".
I couldn't. It got too big. I just wanted to collapse in the corner, with a joint, and maybe my Little Pointy Best Friend. Relax relax relax.
Deep breaths.
So yeah, I don't want to be that guy anymore. That motherfucking bad mouthed drug addict with the bad attitude and the bad hair and the tatty clothes and the shitty guitar riffs.
I realise something on this tour.
I don't want to be a rockstar.
I know who Pax Ruet is, and I don't like him.
I want to try Paxamillion Parkinson-Ruet. I want to. I want to.
And I will.
I've booked myself in to some clinic or other. It's got a fancy name that makes me think of trees and flowers and babbling brooks, but I bet it's nothing like that.
None the less, i'll weather it. I want it. I want to be different. I want to change.
Irrevocably if possible.
Zac and I are over, I can't be with him, it's too painful. It's that life. Besides, he's obviously so in love with Cael. Fuck it. I don't care anymore.
In fact, I don't even think i'm gay. Maybe they can fix that up, when they fix up my drug problem and my personality.
Spoke to Draco one of the last nights of the tour. Was kind of enlightening. Maybe he's not such a bad kid. Don't know. Hope he gets his shit sorted out, too. He needs to.
I'm packing my bags. This is something I have to do.
The Dark Mark are over.
- Pax.