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hellogoodbye - here in your arms |
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they lecture us about chemicals and the consequences of their spills they show us slide shows that bore the high school kids that ignore and they say "these things can happen," but they never happen to me.
i've heard it said that smoke kills cells, that marlboro and camel would never tell, big tobacco, they say, would never call it, they just shove my hamiltons in their wallet they say "these things will happen," but they haven't happened to me.
they say stealing music is a crime that one day these thieves could be passing the time in a jail cell, crying on the floor after the police have broken down their doors. they'll confiscate the hard drives and stuff and the thieves will cry and say "bluff bluff bluff" but if it happens to me, all i'm worried about is them finding out i like fall out boy even after they sold out
they say my logic is the pacific, full of faults, that one day i'll be charged with assault that even the careful ones get caught because they do what they not ought they say, "these things do happen" but they never happen to me.
a prisoner of cancer? not in this life i'm going to die old and ripe i behave just how i "shouldn't behave" i'm trying to coax my organs to cave i'm nineteen and i'm feeling old prison right now sure seems like gold if i keep going this way it'll happen, they say but it won't happen to me.
i'm not a murderer, you see i've broken no laws, no seriously, i just try to live quietly in the gutter with the rest of humanity who say i'm good but things will happen, yet they don't happen to me.
and of course those bars, the literal prison full of all the unforgiven who grunt and sweat the literal way who anguish at night and toil by day who's guilt is cross hanging from their necks who are herded like ass, it's what you'd expect from a lot so sorry, a lot so mad they’re so evil it’s not even sad
school has taught me quite a lot about black lung and camelot about the RIAA and "wag the dog," and that hot and cold air form a fog and that i could be a rich bitch too-- a winner with a yacht and pool but they've failed to mention the kids who just couldn't stand any of it the real life hamlet's, the "not to be"s they never said that this would happen but it's happening to me.
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