Why can’t my heart ever be where it is?
Why does it always have to be where it was or where it imagines it could be?
wake up now you’re wasting time
you have no hope, you can take mine
i don’t know what’s in your head
but i know what’s on your mind.
you woke up feeling not yourself,
but you don’t really want to be anyone else
and you’re sick of this
and you’re sick of hearing how that won’t change a thing.
the panic that is in you
and all around you
it won’t last.
forget all that it’s told you
don’t hold on so tight to your past
‘cos this moment is getting better by the day
and if you don’t believe, it will anyway.
Do not use the word party as an intransitive verb.
“I partied so hard last night.”
Somehow I don’t think so.
“You must have been partying pretty late…”
“Gosh, you sure party a lot!”
Been looking through documentation of previous No Pants Subway Rides trying to find evidence of girls with big, lumpy, pasty, stretch-marked, bruised legs like mine…. No such luck.
I’ll do it anyway, just wanted to know how disturbed everyone will be by actually seeing cellulite. High disturbed apparently.