ever hour. on the hour. they drew blood.

[willyouwillyou]

'mmmmmmmmmm'
yeah. dad called.
whatever.
i'm not allowed to get on the internet till next report card or something.whatever.
he messed up.he said hell fix it. he said hell get himself in trouble.
'mmmmmmmm'
him...

so are you fucking still trembling?
whats the deal?
are you still hiding your fear of love?
whats the deal?
permission..

incubus..free night.
free from everything.

i hate school.
my grades are horrible.
no job anytime soon, gotta study hardcore.

If I had the guts to put this to your head.
Should I be shocked by the last thing you said?
That you loved me.
Does anyone care?
Does anything matter?