This is a time in my life where everything is falling apart, and at the same time it's all coming together. Those summer days that I longed for never really were what
I wanted them to be. Just like when beautiful people drive ugly cars.
Just like when pretty people drive ugly cars. I'm hitting the road again with five of my best friends. We always seem to disagree, but I still enjoy their company. And when I leave I'll make you a mixed tape. Those singers always know just what to say. My throat's already hurting, and it's not even the first day. The record sounds great, but for some reason I can't pull it off from day to day.
