the suns coming up just as i'm coming down.
just cause i'm down, doesn't mean i have to stay there.
this fucking town is like a ship gone underwater,
i'll drown unless i cut ties to the anchor.
i guess that i'm a hypochondriac, cause i'm always sick.
at least i think i am.
i wish the tylenol would kick in, cause i'm so sick of feeling the same.
i know that everything is going to be okay.
all i need is kerouac and a glass of sweet tea,
or burritos and new found glory.
i'm just trying to get through the week.
hey, do you think that you could loan me ten bucks
so that i could buy the new season of scrubs?
i'm short on cash this week and i'd pay you back on thursday.
i've got these friends that hate their fucking lives.
i guess that's what inactivity does to the mind.
so, I stay busy day and night. i don't have time to complain.
