i’m terrified that I’m going to graduate college with all of these aspirations that amount to little more than thoughts in unsaved documents on my macbook and posts on whatever social media tool i clicked on first.
at least twitter/facebook/tumblr can be looked over again at a later date. maybe that’s a bad thing.
Does anyone else prefer not to see the man who jut finished using the toilet you are now using? There is just something about knowing whose bare ass was just where mine is now that I don’t particularly like to know.
if we all dont take cover
then we’re all gonna fall back in love again
Typing this with one hand while the other does something
I’d rather not describe for young ears to hear
though in my younger years i had heard it all
By the age of fourteen
I wouldn’t say I grew up to fast, no
I’d say I grew up just right
It’s everyone else who’s lagging behind
Who still wants to argue over who left on the light
And all the foolish things like that
At what age did I realize that now doesn’t matter?
Was it when I watched my father fall asleep drunk at the table
Letting dinner burn and seem incapable
Of holding his own head above alcoholic water?
But why bother, as I digress
I’ve sipped the same poison though I’m no where near as bad
I understand the time when fun is to be had
And family is to come first
A bottle can only make you think you feel so warm
When familiar friendly faces are the real heat source