I still have no bed, i cannot sleep on the couch anymore because its like sleeping on rocks. There fore I must sleep on the floor of my room.
I'm home alone.
I have no life.
I have no job.
I miss my friends.
Happy birthday tomorrow Paula.
Wish I could be there for it. 18 isn't great. Trust.
Wow. This is depressing.
Take me now.
I'm in the mood for random hook ups again.
Give me your number, and I'll call.
wait, random lyric time.
Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded gun complex, cock it and pull it