rock bottom:
going through my ashtray with a tweezer and picking out the little brown bits
You can’t always get what you want
How do you explain to someone that crying is not the way to get what you want. It works, I would say, until the age of five or so. Once you’re in grade school, it’s only acceptable to cry in front of your parents. I remember thinking it was weird the amount of people who cried in second grade. By this time, you’ve figured out how emotions work and you control them to use words, not tears. But I’m talking about someone who is almost legal to drink.
The lyrics don’t say ‘if you cry sometimes’—it is my belief that crying is the easy way out.
but if you try sometimes, you might find…
I stuck my head out the window…
and realized those weren’t african drum beats at all,
just rain on the gutters.
that awkward moment when…
you think, “oh i haven’t creeped on my high school teacher in a while…”………………………………………
I think i scared ‘em off with my moves tonight, ladies and gentlemen.
Please,
don’t ask me what my schedule is like tomorrow unless you’re planning on following up with let’s hang out.
I guess I do this thing with my eyebrows when I look at people that makes it look like i’m giving the stink eye. No wonder nobody likes me.
I fast during the day…
so i can munch out at night.
I always forget that it’s a bad idea to go on facebook when i’m high until it’s too late.
whoops.
I want pizza.
Perfect study break:
smoke a cigarette
sip on a latte
black jacket, black leggings, uggs and hot pink gloves
the warm sun on my face.
Why can’t winter always feel this good?
