kevin mccalister, i hear you
i'm home alone. while my family's on wasteland/stinkland a few doors down. oh joy.
but for once, it doesn't really matter.
cause i'd rather lament here for a week than stay and withstand the superficiality.
oh boy. and surprise surprise i saw my allegedly lost book sitting pretty on the shelves.
liar liar burns in fire.
flipping flopping to the stairway.
i should prolly burn in hell now. but i feel nothing but apathy for them.
they smile, make themselves pretty (whatever!), and suck faces.
them happy-go-luckiers.
and man, i've seen them far too long to know enough.
to know how they work, how they think, gaaah!
shallow shallow hollow wallow.
but for once, it doesn't really matter.
cause i'd rather lament here for a week than stay and withstand the superficiality.
oh boy. and surprise surprise i saw my allegedly lost book sitting pretty on the shelves.
liar liar burns in fire.
flipping flopping to the stairway.
i should prolly burn in hell now. but i feel nothing but apathy for them.
they smile, make themselves pretty (whatever!), and suck faces.
them happy-go-luckiers.
and man, i've seen them far too long to know enough.
to know how they work, how they think, gaaah!
shallow shallow hollow wallow.