I feel I’ve nothing to prove or validate to anyone, yet I still try and impress.
I can’t help but consider if I’m trying to succeed in seeking validation from others, or if I’m simply acting out in a peculiar manner for that little bit of razzle-dazzle in my life.
In going against the grain in adhering to a particular discourse that is to follow in certain setting context, I’d rather do the small “un-noticeable” things that make one ponder “why?” only to tell with body language my answer ” because I can”
I Find life without stigma or expectation to certain aspects of life actually make life what it is.As soon as you comply to what is expected you’re following the expectancies to the situation, not to yourself. This is why many are miserable. Either complying to an expectation or to someone else’s opnions of how things should be in their eyes, because then you’re just another follower, saying “we” in placement of I , showing me that you’ve forfeited your identity to live the faceless american dream just as everyone seems to fall into. I want to do everything I can to stay as far away from that as possible, or find a lady to live in a winnebago with me, and then we set sail….
/end incoherent first thing in the morning rambling..
Run off and buy red, heart shaped things and flowers HURRY, It’s that same time of year again where the Calendar beckons you on this very day to buy chocolates, things in the shape of hearts and flowers that will perish (but are nice to admire for the time being)
In other words, I choo-choo-chooooose you ;)
Serious tho, applications for make-outs can be inboxed to me. kthnx
Learning from an opposing party that they aren’t on the same page is sometimes crushing. In this case you can only support the opposing party’s endevours. In another case you realize you’re merely a prop. I’m reverting inside. Screw you guys, I’m going home. UHH!.. Screw you guys, home.
Say anything - Admit it!
Admit it! Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs You know nothing about art or sex That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine Prototypical non-conformist You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo You adhere to a set of standards and tastes That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit) Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern You’re diving face forward into a antiquated past It’s disgusting, it’s offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends Pontificating to each other Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory In which you hog the intellectual spotlight Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation Oh, we’re not worthy When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff It’s the same superiority complex Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
‘Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become You’re free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my guitar
Proud of my life and the things that I have done Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become You’re free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah
Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled I worry about how this album will sell Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety
You are a faker (admit it) You are a fraud (admit it) Yeah, you’re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) you’re life is living a lie You don’t impress me (admit it) You don’t intimidate me (admit it) Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank (yeah!)
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah And I say yeah (what do you..)
Proud of my life and the things that I have done Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become You’re free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my.. Guitar, guitar go!
I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah oh
And I am done with this I wanna taste the breeze of every great city My car and my guitar My car and my guitar So you’ll come to be, made of these urges unfulfilled Oh no, no, no, no, no When I’m dead I’ll rest When I’m dead I’ll rest, lay still When I’m dead I’ll rest, I’ll rest When I’m dead I’ll rest, I’ll rest When I’m dead I’ll rest, I’ll rest When I’m dead I’ll rest, I’ll rest