I'm a fuck up but I fuck up with grace, I try my best to seem like I got a plan then hide the shredded life map behind my back.
You cant get a read on me even with glasses so I don't blame your stumbling mouthing of the words.
My handwriting is like my sex, quick and hard (To Understand) hahahaha.
Don't give me an award I just want the satisfaction of knowing that for a few minutes I can be a dick to whoever I want.
Don't like me? that's fine, just make sure to watch your back, because you might get something on it. Dirty thoughts, dirty thoughts, shame on you young man, dont you have any manners?
We act friendly then remember why we hated each other and go right back to shit talking, whats that,
Geraldine got a new baby's daddy, no surprise that bitch got more rubbers than a boot factory.
Your jeans seem tight, mind if I squeeze into im, the girls these days love their legs on my body so why not be a crowd pleaser?
Cartoons rot your brain but drinkings the in thing, the real sport is doing both at the same time, make sure to throw in a bit of weed for good measure!
We cant grow up when everyone else is dying to be young, they shoot poison to look like a dried up corpse and wear clothes so tight their souls cant breathe.
Fashion makes me sick but then again who doesn't like a model circa Dachau?
Ever feel like there's too many people, especially when you bump into one and they remind you that your a character from Shakespeare?
Suicide these days doesn't get media attention, not when there's a cute baby cow in Michigan that can say the alphabet, why not take a few people with you?
Guns and boots on the ground, the folks back home wonder how the game is going then write to Joey how he's doing such a great job, then the Department of Defence sends them a receipt labeled KIA. We're all kids without a dream, because a dream is what you keep, not discard for the easy way out, if you don't have a dream, something to make you stub your toes and prick your fingers then what do you got? A goal?
that sucks. You suck. I suck.
They Suck.
we all suck but some of us add in a little tongue.
I act like I got it all figured out then tweak a few innocent words to make you look like the prick, when all along we knew I was playing the joker card to hide the club I had over your head.
I ride with loud ass mimes and their expressions sure as hell aren't painted but In my own way I'm quieter than the loudest bastard you'd ever know.
I roll on nickles and dimes and smile up at the upturned noses of my peers, because sooner or later they'll realize I picked their pockets and went away with more character than they knew I had.
I'm a messed up kid with a heart of Copper and a head full of 10 cent dreams, I'm one in a million but I'm not worth nearly that much.
I'm the night, I'm the day, I'm the afternoon delight, I'm not cheap but I'm worth less than a purebred horse.
I'm just a bit off, and that's just fine with me.
