if you say so
Roulette
we're here
we're in the clear
we're done with chasing
left with the basic
rules and regulations
thoughts
predestinations
and best of all we
don't know where
we're going
failing all else
you've got me where you need me
failing all else
i'm stuck, i'm stuck, i'm stuck
failing all else
we can sit the next one out
and failing all else
you're roulette with a loaded gun
we're pretty
we're in the mud
we're tracking our muse
frozen mid-sentence
debating all our cues
presets
taboo sensations
and regardless we
can't control that
we're jubilation
CHORUS
we're done
we're panning gold
we're banning the MIA
forget consequences
join for fairy dust
cookies
patio lanterns
and pink and orange
skies that say
we're doomed
CHORUS(X)2
So when I feel like taking a long right through Kelowna, I take the 8, which goes into the Mission (I think) and out to Okanagan College, then back to the mall, then up Enterprise Way (which is the street I work on). It kills about 40 minutes, gets me to TH's on time, and usually, shortly after lunch, is not that full. Well the other day about 3/4 of the 14 year old population of Kelowna got on the bus and took the damn thing over. QUESTION! I know I was loud and indifferent when I was 14, but was I the only person my age who wasn't rude as shit?
This one chick, she's flat as a board and looks like she wants to eat everyone's soul, she makes a loud comment about how one of her girlfriend's is fishing in her non-existent cleavage, and then DROPS her DAMN BOOKBAG right on my FEET. And looks at me like, "Whatcha gonna do, BITCH?" In an awesome show of maturity, I kicked it across the bus.
And I think teenagers text more than they have actual conversations, nowadays. I swear that their cellphones are just an extention of their hands. Like go-go-gadget Samsung! ... Or something.
/Random