The sharpening stone is lost in the backseat of my car, and my wit grows dull
I saw a wrinkle under my right eye
Sometimes my eyes don't work
I needed a piggy back ride home from the party, still got my shoes dirty
I used to be a hip hop dance instructor, can't do the running man - whomp whomp
I spend energy hating everyone on facebook and don't do anything about it, then fail to get out of bed in the morning.
I get antisocial, i have like eight personalities, all with disorders
I'macatI'macatI'macat
No, I can't do that
I quit violin when I was ten
My sex drive is dying
This is dumb, I admit this is dumb.
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