because what the fuck
my mom has these headphones without the usual wires usually used to keep me connected to objects that weigh me kept down like plaSTIC COLRED STARS OR HEARTS OR WHATEVER THE FUCK ELSE YOUR SON MAY HAVE SPECIALLY WAnted so i walk around the room, and down the hall and the say things same the say things. either way oh, oh, i walk and hold out my right, or maybe my left, hand, hand to dance with this signal to know i'm keeping it close, eityher WAY OH OH CAUSE THIS IS HOW NOW GOES (am i drunk?nooo but soon you'll be wishing i was):
THIS SONG ISN'T EVEN ME don't you want it? the boy who cried no regrets
the way i didn't break every window pane in my bedroom like i knew i was going and wanted to, don't be interested, from this stays the here on out self=-contained, fuck everyone else in similar lines
THIS SONG ISN'T EVEN ME don't you want it? the boy who cried no regrets
the way i didn't break every window pane in my bedroom like i knew i was going and wanted to, don't be interested, from this stays the here on out self=-contained, fuck everyone else in similar lines