"strange time in my life" can pretty much always be applied. looking back you can't really remember if it was the fucking best of times or the worst. it probably doesn't really matter anyway, it's all the same, maybe it's not worth wasting time thinking about it, especially with the high probability of going insane and all. 5 minutes later my shirts off we're getting kicked out 5 hours later you have eyeliner on and you look like a rockstar. you are a rockstar, you are 5 rockstars. zebra sheets and all.
how much time do we spend missing missing the black and white missing the blue, red and bright yellow i really fucked that one up. “yeah but we’ve never heard about those ones” ha ha ha the really good guys i remember making up memories, not really making it up. slamming the doors getting left at the rest stop in New Mexico how long was i there? he wasn’t wearing shoes nope not then. not that month. eleven eleven times cross country that year? up on my doorstep down on the street stolen cars and crying in the pavement up on the doorstep making it happen. again, again, again so happy it made us sad look back, don't look back so sad it made us happy it would be better to stop but I can't stop avoid, avoid memory's broken pledge
beyond recognition I'm weaving together
disheveled and looking better than ever
sometimes I don't remember and that seems as diplomatic as ever
In about one hour things will go confusing
I've got my red dress on
one hour ago things got confusing
"SLOPPY SUMMER" is written on the left side of my left Converse All Star sneaker. My kind-of-friend wrote it last summer. He's kind of a graffiti artist, except I don't think he does it very much and I'm not sure he really cares. The soles are falling off those sneakers now.
The Coney Island Cyclone opened in June of 1927. At least three men have died on it. Necks snapping in the salty wind. A belly aching of wood and screams. Some call it terrifying, I call it Church.
Take 6 shots of whiskey and ride it next to a friend, a sort-of-friend or a stranger and I guarantee you'll feel some semblance of pure joy. Forgetting the things you needed to forget and losing something that was found all a long.
I'm making up memories now - like one time that fits into a billion times.
so, that's it? you're done? it's over?
it's never over.
in between what other people don't want and
at home in the alleyway
and you just can't stop staring
shit gets weird
even with best friends
but it always comes back around
hold us tight late night
call in the morning
when you need me
i'll be there
Ring the door bell-
"hiya, is trouble home?
...the car is fucked up"
"my life is fucked up"
"just hold me 'till you start hallucinating"
ha, ha, ha, ha
HA A HA HA HA HA HA
in the distance-
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE IN LOVE?
snap your fingers twice-
Welcome to Paradise.
that sure was
a short lace dress
Out in the back yard
all the boys with the long hair.
not a cloud in the sky....
just a couple chem trails.
Hello God, that u?
Outerspace, can you hear me?
Like, ET FONE HOME.
Who gives a shit about Hollywood
when all your stars
are right there on the Boardwalk?
LAND O' THE FREE (a.k.a. land of the selfie stick)
A shit-faced wasted skinny dip
-That's what it was
A weed 4 life legal pot head
-That's just the way it is
my friends wouldn't do
they totally would
in the El Camino.
in the El Camino
You can't always see so much
like the bike coming up behind you
almost killing you
at 3 miles per hour
that was a close one.
THERE IS SOMETHING FISHY GOING ON HERE
is everything going in slow motion?
Can't see so much from the outside
I'm looking on the inside
and it's our big chance
in the underworld.
Are ya buying a doughnut at 3AM
95 cent sex
in the car alone
I'm watching you mawfucker.
I totally forgot what this was all for?
If you can't be safe
Don't get caught.