yet another night of staying up until sunrise and then falling asleep in psychology and regretting it
i don’t even know what i’m doing with my life
To see you reach from the stairs saying,
“I know this consumes me,”
Pour out on radio flyer color of fucked up and groovy.
I could just cry like a child
While kind of watching some movie about I’d like you to care
If I needed you there.
oh in the sun-sun having fun, it’s in my blood.
I just can’t help it, don’t want you here right now let me go.
remember how punk culture was supposed to be anti-elitist and then it morphed into this cesspool of elitist shits trying to decide who/what is and isn’t punk
that’s some irony you can drizzle on a cake and eat that’s how rich it is
You are my light, no need to hide
You are my clock, keep me on time
You are my angel, you are my crime
I’ll serve this sentence the rest of my life
And you are the reason I’m smiling when there is nothing to smile about
Yeah, you are the reason I’m smiling when there is nothing to smile about