Lawrence Arms. An Evening Of Extraordinary Circumstance. Zeneszám

tonight 'll sit around pushing my shit down the drain, using a plunger and a clothespin while i wrangle wiht the chain. tonight i'll have potato chips and watch my favorite shows then watch some infomercials, then watch some tv show. tonight i'll have 9 or 10 beers tonight i'll talk on the telephone mindlessly until my ear burns from the feeling, from the strain of active nothing. tonight i'll avoid my hopes and fears. tonight i'll play shitloads of video games. tonight i'll decide too late to go get on the train and play out my stupid, misguided version of fun. tonight i'll get stupid fucking drunk and be an idiot, ashamed of what i've done. tonight i'll bang out another shitty song thats unsatisfying. its been so fucking long since i really felt any other way. tonight i'll crumple up these lyrics and throw them away. tonight i'll make promises i know i'll never keep. tonight ill talk on the telephone, wishing i had the energy to sleep. tonight i'll sit around and bitch. tonight i'll get hungry staring at the mustard in my empty fridge. maybe tomorrow i won't smoke no cigarettes. maybe tomorrow i won't look back on toight with vomit and soaked regrets. maybe tomorrow i won't drown myself in spite. maybe tomorrow i could try and tomorrow can be beter than tonight. sleep well and dream. plastic pillow that give way to someplace green. sleep well and dream