Some people think they’re always right, Others are quiet and uptight. Others they seem so very nice, Inside they might feel sad and wrong. Twenty-nine different attributes, Only seven that you like, Twenty ways to see the world, Twenty ways to start a fight.

Oh don’t, don’t, don’t get up, Sh-sh-sh-sh-I can’t see the sunshine, I’ll be waiting for you, baby, Cause I’m through. Sit me down, Shut me up, I’ll calm down And I’ll get along with you.

Oh, men don’t notice what they got, Oh, women think of that a lot… A thousand ways to please your man, Not even one requires a plan. And countless odd religions, too, It doesn’t matter which you choose. One stubborn way to turn your back, This I’ve tried and now refuse.

Oh don’t, don’t, don’t get up, Sh-sh-sh-sh-I can’t see the sunshine, I’ll be waiting for you, baby, Cause I’m through. Sit me down, Shut me up, I’ll calm down And I’ll get along with you.

Gonna go to the mall tomorrow. Get some new clothes. Like just some blue jeans. Some moccasins. Some CDs. And, of course, all this while I’m with my foreign friend from Argentina who doesn’t speak English. Which means I’M not allowed to speak English.

• Blue jeans.
• Moccasins.
• Hipster t-shirt.
• Jacket.
• CDs.

Then he’s sleeping over. Coolshit.

It’s sort of sad seeing everyone move on. The only thing you can hold on to is that at some point in your life, you knew that person. But now, it’s not important. Because that person is someone else now. If you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze at you. Nothing you can do now will make a difference. You will always and forever just be the abyss of that person; All knowing, yet hiding it away.