Its the point in time where i conjure the line "are we here for a reason or wasting our livest". And youre turning your head and youre walking away, start talkimg about, the good olden days. And im listening to you, and im concious of me, and as you start to tell, all your favorite stories, i reach for the door, ive heard this one before, about all those kids, no one you miss more than he, I hope he comes back from new york to replace me. He seems way more fun an interesting. And cuz nothings happened in the years since, you talk and talk about the same damn kid You say it feels just so refreshing// so good to sit and remanise.

But im just not as adaptable. They're not your friends, didnt go to the right middle school didnt read all the right books they read, adaptable, not one of them. didnt go to the right middle school didnt listen to the right music now. IN the club with the lights on and off, your body move and lights flashing blue , and your loose and your shoes shaking too and im indiffrerent but still saddened. Make me lie flat down on the pavement, and rather be anything than i am. make me bite the curb then be patient, then step on my motherfucking head.

Dont you remember? back when you were our age when you wouldve given to find home in some one place, with friends that all love you and room with some warmth too oh my friend she said that i, she didnt think i could do it, where the fuck are you now dude? probably drunk on a park bench. where the fuck are you now dude? here i am pushing through it.

But im just not as adaptable. They're not your friends, didnt go to the right middle school didnt read all the right books they read, adaptable, not one of them. didnt go to the right middle school didnt listen to the right music now.