Sometimes the appropriate response to reality is to go insane.
No, titles aren't meant to make sense.
Picture yourself
Sleeping on a plane
There's something ticking in the overhead
And inside your brains
There's bodies in the water
And bodies in the basement
If heaven's for clean people, it's vacant
Well I've started college.
Haven't got a bad thing to say about any of my classes (yet), which is nice. I'm enjoying -- although I use the term loosely -- the hustle and bustle (cliche points in sentence +1) of getting back into the routine, although it's a better routine than it was.
College in the first week, has been much more fun than High School was, at least the classes.
What to say.. Well I don't have any homework, which is nice, but it won't be like that for long.
There's somebody in the water
In the middle of the ocean
A million miles from nowhere
And they're alone
I'm there alone
I want a pocket watch.
. . .
Picture yourself
Sleeping on a plane
There's something ticking in the overhead
And inside your brains
There's bodies in the water
And bodies in the basement
If heaven's for clean people, it's vacant
Well I've started college.
Haven't got a bad thing to say about any of my classes (yet), which is nice. I'm enjoying -- although I use the term loosely -- the hustle and bustle (cliche points in sentence +1) of getting back into the routine, although it's a better routine than it was.
College in the first week, has been much more fun than High School was, at least the classes.
What to say.. Well I don't have any homework, which is nice, but it won't be like that for long.
There's somebody in the water
In the middle of the ocean
A million miles from nowhere
And they're alone
I'm there alone
I want a pocket watch.
. . .