Was it the awkward adolescent facial hair that pushed you away? Did you even listen to anything that I had to say? But then again I didn't say anything of influence; just "hey, how's the band?" and "did you have a nice day?"
Chrissy, I'm sorry that you'll never know what it's like to be with someone as good as me.
So run your little ass back to Poughkeepsie where I'm sure you'll miss me; please refrain from writing anything that has to do with me. Heaven knows that one is coming and two is just around the corner. Don't call me for any help because for you my phone is out of order.
Chrissy I'm sorry that you'll never know what it's like to be with someone as good as me, no nobody will ever see everything that I saw in you.
I’m sick of playing on this untuned guitar in a basement that’s filled with no one but me. And i’m sure that you’re sick of listening to untuned music in a room that’s filled with only yourself.
So maybe we could get together instead of being alone and do something together instead of being bored 24/7 cause I know that I am and you probably are too.
I just realized that everything that I write is a product of having nothing to do. So maybe if I left the house more I’d write about something different.
Or maybe I’d just write down the same words cause i have no one to go outside with and then i’ll just be alone in front of everyone else instead of by myself, and i’d rather be by myself.
I almost didn’t finish this song because i have the attention span of a 5 year old kid. Also I thought I was content with 2 different verses and choruses.
I wrote these lyrics on a piece of paper that was supposed to help me decide what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, but the paper’s pretty small and I’m almost out of room so I think I’ll just stall and fill the whole paper. Writing this down made me fill the whole paper.
I hate plaid shorts, I hate plaid shorts, I hate plaid shorts, I hate plaid shorts. I hate plaid shorts, I hate plaid shorts, I hate plaid shorts, I hate plaid shorts. I hate plaid shorts. I hate plaid shorts. I hate plaid shorts. I really hate plaid shorts.
Winter is a sad time so I tried to write sad music but I'm generally a happy person so I wrote happy music. This is for my friends this is for my family; this is for the people that don't agree with me. This is for that girl you know who you are; I forgive you for breaking my heart.
This is me writing happy music, this is me singing a happy song. I can't please everyone, so why should I try? I can't please everyone so I won't even try.
Lately I've been spending my night by myself, but that doesn't mean that I'm alone. I've got plenty of friends to talk to but they don't talk to me, deep down I know we're still friends and that makes me happy.
I've got plenty of things to worry about, but for right now I'll finish writing this song. But if i finish that means I have to go back to writing that essay which made me sad in the first place and the procrastination helped inspire this song.
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