I am an anarchist An antichrist An asterisk I am an anorak An acolyte An accidental I am eleven feet Okay, eight.. Six foot three. I fought the British and I won I have a rocketship A jet fighter A paper airplane Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh!
Say what you will I am the kill The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real
I have a tendency To exaggerate Just a little bit I am a plagiarist Apologist A lawless calculator Ah oh I am an optimist A closeted misogynist I fought the British and I won I have a wishing well A living will A magical eight ball Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Say what you will I am the kill The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real (Put Pat Sajak back in office)
Put Pat Sajak back!
But the sun still sets on you And the retarded party nobody came to but you And so you drink to all the emptiness until you wake up And there's hell to pay again
And the punch line point at you And all the comebacks in the world are in your head But you can't say them until everybody leaves And it's just you and your imaginary friends... Your imaginary friends... Your imaginary friends...
Plotline: A girl is emo, abused, depressed, and homeless. A boy finds her, starving and dieing on the streets. He takes her home, gets her well, introduces her to his friends, and falls in love with her. She is grateful, but leaves. The guy finds her, but then runs with her. THERE MUST BE INTERESTING CONSPIRACY AND SHOOTINGS!
Words:
I am an anarchist
An antichrist
An asterisk
I am an anorak
An acolyte
An accidental
I am eleven feet
Okay, eight..
Six foot three.
I fought the British and I won
I have a rocketship
A jet fighter
A paper airplane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh!
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real
I have a tendency
To exaggerate
Just a little bit
I am a plagiarist
Apologist
A lawless calculator
Ah oh
I am an optimist
A closeted misogynist
I fought the British and I won
I have a wishing well
A living will
A magical eight ball
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real
(Put Pat Sajak back in office)
Put Pat Sajak back!
But the sun still sets on you
And the retarded party nobody came to but you
And so you drink to all the emptiness until you wake up
And there's hell to pay again
And the punch line point at you
And all the comebacks in the world are in your head
But you can't say them until everybody leaves
And it's just you and your imaginary friends...
Your imaginary friends...
Your imaginary friends...
Plotline:
A girl is emo, abused, depressed, and homeless.
A boy finds her, starving and dieing on the streets.
He takes her home, gets her well, introduces her to his friends, and falls in love with her. She is grateful, but leaves. The guy finds her, but then runs with her.
THERE MUST BE INTERESTING CONSPIRACY AND SHOOTINGS!
P.S.- there's no school. It's summer.