Idol role, no self-control a parasite to one's constructed modeling surrounding pedestals Chin held high to stimuli where's the other you the independent
It's been 18 years since fetus, and suddenly I'm on my own I can vote, play bingo, smoke, enlist, but can't seem to let myself go I guess I'm leaving
Strangely enough, we'll miss that paradox: a red state represented by three blueish guys mentally prepared, but uncomfortably scared of moving on- whatever
At first they seem deceiving as both sides try getting laid misogynists and party chicks may never see the day when they give up all their prior engagements
your shoulders I might just live my life working under some white collared bastard who's making twice as much however does much less I'd stand by lies
Wasted cigarettes hardly ash before there's something else to burn it's done, you're already moving on and the drunkard seeks scape through the faded
Check the mail, your rent's been waiting the time has come to pay the bills and these envelopes ironically make it easy to send back the money scraped
Through the plaque and tartar stains, I brush apart and excavate to show an adequate display of a smile for you girl Dental floss and Listerine enough
Take the bus or drive the car your destination planning all depends on how it works with your efficiency the trip itself is meaningless heading toward
road where lives subsist the status quo would you take another swing if there were something else to be? why wait until remorse is closer? Now, the months keep going by
