la la la nevermind when it comes to useless sing.
no restraint, you know this.
brilliant boy
the rentals
virginia backyards, suburban life
don't wake the parents of potomic tonight
rolled on the couch by the t.v.'s light
in the basement, no one else in sight
i fear the day that i am not with you
unlock the front door sneak out the house
down to montana where a.c. hangs out woo hoo
being 15, feeling no doubt
does your sweet voice let my youth out
i fear the day that i am not with you
you're just a stupid girl stupid girl stupid girl
i ain't no brilliant boy
you're just a stupid girl stupid girl
i ain't no brilliant boy
down to train depot
get in line and file
goodbye virginia ooh ooh with your lousy style
goodbye my gal same time next year
goodbye my gal i'll always love you dear
i fear the day that i am not with you
i fear the day that i am not with you
you're just a stupid girl stupid girl stupid girl
i ain't no brilliant boy
you're just a stupid girl stupid girl
i ain't no brilliant boy
i ain't no brilliant boy
and while we're speaking of matt sharp and the rentals and other things...i hope bryce and his satisfying dishes and scaryharddriven artist peers classes and and his jointly-owned blue guitar are as fabulous as it all sounds.
a firenze. by the time he returns, we won't speak the same language at all. i mean, we didn't really before, but...not even bumped elbows! multilingual shin kicking would be cool, though.
(i think it's all envy)
and i bite my nails and my teeth chatter
to think of my sister's going away
ah.
more later. i miss you too much to not open my mouth. selfish sacrifice, eh. (mean smirk for a self) it's always about yourself, you stupid. (sigh) i'm going to maybe post what i tacked in my paper notebook. sometime, maybe.
i like person too much. so i loft about in the rafters, here you see.
(i like you, i do)
and thank you!
oh.
tralala traipsing.
right now, i do not need endorphins.
brilliant boy
the rentals
virginia backyards, suburban life
don't wake the parents of potomic tonight
rolled on the couch by the t.v.'s light
in the basement, no one else in sight
i fear the day that i am not with you
unlock the front door sneak out the house
down to montana where a.c. hangs out woo hoo
being 15, feeling no doubt
does your sweet voice let my youth out
i fear the day that i am not with you
you're just a stupid girl stupid girl stupid girl
i ain't no brilliant boy
you're just a stupid girl stupid girl
i ain't no brilliant boy
down to train depot
get in line and file
goodbye virginia ooh ooh with your lousy style
goodbye my gal same time next year
goodbye my gal i'll always love you dear
i fear the day that i am not with you
i fear the day that i am not with you
you're just a stupid girl stupid girl stupid girl
i ain't no brilliant boy
you're just a stupid girl stupid girl
i ain't no brilliant boy
i ain't no brilliant boy
and while we're speaking of matt sharp and the rentals and other things...i hope bryce and his satisfying dishes and scaryharddriven artist peers classes and and his jointly-owned blue guitar are as fabulous as it all sounds.
a firenze. by the time he returns, we won't speak the same language at all. i mean, we didn't really before, but...not even bumped elbows! multilingual shin kicking would be cool, though.
(i think it's all envy)
and i bite my nails and my teeth chatter
to think of my sister's going away
ah.
more later. i miss you too much to not open my mouth. selfish sacrifice, eh. (mean smirk for a self) it's always about yourself, you stupid. (sigh) i'm going to maybe post what i tacked in my paper notebook. sometime, maybe.
i like person too much. so i loft about in the rafters, here you see.
(i like you, i do)
and thank you!
oh.
tralala traipsing.
right now, i do not need endorphins.