you lift my feet
off the
ground.
you spin
me around
you make me crazier, crazier.
feels like im falling
and im lost in your eyes youmakemecrazier,crazier. </3*
Okay so the
70s were hippies. The 80s were the
stoners. The 90s were n e r d s
. And it makes me
wonder... Is our generation something
like >> the
fake
whores? << Great,
that'll be something to look back on & tell the
kids.
hes not the reason for the tear drops
on my guitar. he doesn't
make
tears drop out of my eyes hes actually the reason
tears flow out of my eyes like a river. & the tears that fall don't fall
on my guitar. (i don't even play or own a guitar) the tears that fall, land on the path he
made me walk alone
Not me: im going to shoot a deranged
Japanese man at you! Me: If i had a monkey for
every time i heard that Not
me: you'd have one mo-...wait...you'd have a lot of monkeys. we say
that a
lot. damn.
Summer
'09 late nights. water fights.
lemonade in the shade.
beachy hair swings everywhere
feel that fresh summer air.
BBQ's all summer long.
tank tops, short shorts.
staying up, sleeping in.
oh, these summer days.
Every night
you cry yourself
to sleep
Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?
Why does every moment have to be so
hard?" Hard to believe that
It's not over
tonight Just give me one more
chance to make it right I may not make it
through the night I won't go
home without you
Shenzi:
Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I
shudder.
Banzai: Mufasa.
Shenzi: (Shuddering) Ooooh... Do it again.
Banzai: Mufasa.
Shenzi: Ooooh!
Banzai: Mufasa.Mufasa!
Mufasa!
Shenzi: (Laughing hysterically) ...Oooh! It tingles
me.
Scar: I'm surrounded by
idiots.