airbiscuit

WE KILLED IT stars lead the way home then the sidewalks ending
and I don't recall why we're still pretending
turn myself in for crimes I didn't commit
i needed to feel truly innocent

there was a song and I forget the name of it
it seemed sincere and this is kind of how it went
"it's one of those nights when you're
not sure who the real you is anymore"

generations can be whatever they want to
it's mid-afternoon and I'll be leaving soon
survivors are few and far between,
between two parked cars headed for anywhere
cause anywhere is better than here
and in the ride, I become aware I'm probably not going anywhere


we are so conditioned to fall
it's sad; the song of the year is still nothing at all.                                                            



sådär, då var första inlägget lagt och det känns lika bra som när jag hade min andra blogg.
dock har jag det på känn att denna kommer vara ännu mera fylld med åsikter och skitsnack! enjoy.