Desperate times call for drastic measures:
Drop the boredom bomb for good,
End the cool kid wars and fuck the blues
Crop your Facebook profile picture
Trimming out and weighing in
Props are fake like plastic trees
Troops, though, are dead indeed
Wrap me around your heart
Make it feel like crap
Shout out the Lost numbers to your neighbors
In the middle of the night -- Let them all wonder
Pet an illusion
Bet on a horse
4!
8!
15!
16!
23!
42!
Kick that nail biting habit
Easy to make it go, easy to get it right back
Set the rules and break them
One by one; like monkeys
(This works wonders when I'm sober,
Should do the trick for you)
Now, to a lesser extent
I wish I was viral
I wish I was viril
I really wish I was
matt sambarino (Dallas, TX, 1986)
