Come Swish Around My Pretty Punk And Keep Me Dancing Still
Oh cocky me, oh cocky my.
Like several drinks into the evening, and already things get concrete. Clarity shoots down and rests on my shoulder, its beak polishing itself against my ear.
I've got letters to compose and dreams to remember; pages to ink and thoughts to think. Five weeks in and I've gotten complacent with school; totally overscheduled but inherently overestimating my own pink brains as they roll around while they're working.
Long story short? Confused but overqualified. Weirdly distant and strangely invested. Please consult Weakerthans' lyrics for additional information and a limited time offer on pamphleteering.