sick of pizza, starting home.
I'm tired of pizza, this rude diet,
the island, and these walls of trees.
Tourists say it's beautiful, they don't know what it's like to see it every day, overwhelmed by pines and firs 50 feet high.
I'm tired of the Dolphin, tired of the cigarettes and the pot. The greased walls, muraled people-fish. Giving food orders to the man with the grey bread and curly pony tail.
The repeatavite laugh and voice of the girl in the black hat. Of the Chilean's talks and ramblings. This is the style
Men and women come in for thirty minutes, eat and drink, pay and then they don't come back. The ones that do, you don't really know anyway, but you pretend you do. I don't like the noisy dishwashing punk, who thinks highly of himself and goes tanning every other day. Out the door find the key, and I still can't stand the smell of me. These are the intresting people. The sunlight doesn't warm the walls of this town. Islands for misfits of society, or earth muffiny folks not for me.
Mostly my headaches at sealevel. The ocean is too vast. I like the body of water I can see across. I miss my home.
where I adapt to doesn't matter. I just need to find my home, myself and home.
the island, and these walls of trees.
Tourists say it's beautiful, they don't know what it's like to see it every day, overwhelmed by pines and firs 50 feet high.
I'm tired of the Dolphin, tired of the cigarettes and the pot. The greased walls, muraled people-fish. Giving food orders to the man with the grey bread and curly pony tail.
The repeatavite laugh and voice of the girl in the black hat. Of the Chilean's talks and ramblings. This is the style
Men and women come in for thirty minutes, eat and drink, pay and then they don't come back. The ones that do, you don't really know anyway, but you pretend you do. I don't like the noisy dishwashing punk, who thinks highly of himself and goes tanning every other day. Out the door find the key, and I still can't stand the smell of me. These are the intresting people. The sunlight doesn't warm the walls of this town. Islands for misfits of society, or earth muffiny folks not for me.
Mostly my headaches at sealevel. The ocean is too vast. I like the body of water I can see across. I miss my home.
where I adapt to doesn't matter. I just need to find my home, myself and home.