drive across the country.
i threw the cd you made me off the pier into the ocean. i snuck out at night and took a walk in my bare feet. i came across a group of kids, some were running around in the deserted street, some were throwing paper airplanes off the hotel balcony, all were laughing. i met an old man that danced with a tiki statue and got followed by a blue-haired boy in a wheelchair. a man tried to lure me into his house by calling "hay sweethaaart". my gay uncle and i talked about how good brad pitt looks naked. the boy that worked at waffle house reminded me of jaret and pina coladas are still my favorite.