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I'm an ocean in your bedroom. make you feel warm, make you wanna re-assume. now we know it all for sure. I'm a dance hall, dirty breakbeat. make the snow fall up from underneath your feet, not alone, I'll be there. tell me when you want to go. I'm a meth lab, first rehab. take it all off, and step inside the running cab. there's a love that knows the way. I'm the rainbow in your jail cell. all the memories of everything you've ever smelled, not alone, I'll be there. tell me when you want to go. don't forget me I can't hide it. come again get me excited. I'm an inbred and a pothead. two legs that you spread, inside the tool shed. now we know it all for sure. I could show you, to the free field overcome and more will always be revealed. not alone I'll be there. tell me when you want to go. don't forget me I can't hide it. there's a match now let me light it. I'm the bloodstain, on your shirt sleeve. coming down and more are coming to believe. now we know it all for sure. make the hair stand, up on your arm. teach you how to dance, inside the funny farm. not alone, I'll be there. tell me when you want to go. I'll be there and tell me when you want to go. come on then and tell me when you want to go. more will be revealed my friend.
(one of the best songs out there, by far.)
this past week was so choatic. then on top of that, juries are on monday. im not complaining at all, im just saying it's beyond inconvinent.
im so happy in this perfect weather. i cannot wait to bust out of school, it's almost here. the littlest things are getting to me, it's hard to bare sometimes.
i hat eplans, i really do. plans get screwed up. plans mess with you. it's something you build yourself up for in the future, but the only thing to come is the "completely ruined" feeling when it gets canceled or when it just doesnt happen. that the worst kind of plan- when it doesnt even happen without anything said about it. no "sorry" or "we'll try again tommarow".
it's the little things i guess.
(one of the best songs out there, by far.)
this past week was so choatic. then on top of that, juries are on monday. im not complaining at all, im just saying it's beyond inconvinent.
im so happy in this perfect weather. i cannot wait to bust out of school, it's almost here. the littlest things are getting to me, it's hard to bare sometimes.
i hat eplans, i really do. plans get screwed up. plans mess with you. it's something you build yourself up for in the future, but the only thing to come is the "completely ruined" feeling when it gets canceled or when it just doesnt happen. that the worst kind of plan- when it doesnt even happen without anything said about it. no "sorry" or "we'll try again tommarow".
it's the little things i guess.