Ian
WHY CAN'T Life actually START.
I have college starting in the fall, but I might be taking classes in the summer...
But for now, I've got nothing going on, and also, I'm too young for people to take me seriously.
Yeah, I look older, but it's not like that helps at this point in my life.
Maybe it's my long hair, my jeans(no I usually don't wear my tripp pants, I do blue jeans), my wallet on a chain, my T-shirts which I'm certain every one of which could cause a beef with SOMEONE.
Why do I suddenly care of being respected?
Well, my girlfriends parents, let's scratch that, my girlfriend's MOTHER, seems to pretty much hate me. I'm not sure if it's me that she hates, it might be that she centers me with every little molehill she makes a A-bomb sized catastrophe of in her daughters life(like listening to evanescence, not sitting still for hours in a church that would bore my PASTOR to tears, lack of explicit unrealistic "ladylike" manners. All of which were "problems" before I even met sierra.
How about I put this into song?
Nahh.
SLAM POETRY!
Everything's my fault, nobody's to blame.
******** that, I'm threw with that little mind game.
Me against me, I'll always lose.
Allied though, there's no way I can lose.
******** fault. ******** blame.
Just fix it, quit with the little games.
Don't give speeches, don't name names.
Who's the suspect?
Scapegoat me.
Sure blame's on me, but the red's on you.
Look right.
Look left.
Broke concentration.
Here's the rules:
Heads I win.
Tails, you lose.
Peace.
I have college starting in the fall, but I might be taking classes in the summer...
But for now, I've got nothing going on, and also, I'm too young for people to take me seriously.
Yeah, I look older, but it's not like that helps at this point in my life.
Maybe it's my long hair, my jeans(no I usually don't wear my tripp pants, I do blue jeans), my wallet on a chain, my T-shirts which I'm certain every one of which could cause a beef with SOMEONE.
Why do I suddenly care of being respected?
Well, my girlfriends parents, let's scratch that, my girlfriend's MOTHER, seems to pretty much hate me. I'm not sure if it's me that she hates, it might be that she centers me with every little molehill she makes a A-bomb sized catastrophe of in her daughters life(like listening to evanescence, not sitting still for hours in a church that would bore my PASTOR to tears, lack of explicit unrealistic "ladylike" manners. All of which were "problems" before I even met sierra.
How about I put this into song?
Nahh.
SLAM POETRY!
Everything's my fault, nobody's to blame.
******** that, I'm threw with that little mind game.
Me against me, I'll always lose.
Allied though, there's no way I can lose.
******** fault. ******** blame.
Just fix it, quit with the little games.
Don't give speeches, don't name names.
Who's the suspect?
Scapegoat me.
Sure blame's on me, but the red's on you.
Look right.
Look left.
Broke concentration.
Here's the rules:
Heads I win.
Tails, you lose.
Peace.
