8 blocks away would put you at the watertowers from my place, what's the difference when you calculate by crunching numbers with crunched up eyelids? Twenty-six hundred miles is 45 hours, I tried to count the space in a million yellow dashed lines and my gas tank's just empty. I don't have the balls or the where-with-all, or the cash to fill it again, so I guess it's best I stick around the house. Measure my days and metered my years in fear and muscle tension, meals and the beds that I slept in! Tried to give a few decent gifts and scribbled a few things off the list but it still goes something like this.
Clean your desk, Write your ex
Do the dishes and your taxes
Throw the shit you don't need away
Call the airline bout the fast food scam
Write to Adam, tape for Craig
Throw the beer bottles and the cans away
Mix some dirt, underline work!
There's never enough time, never enough time
We don't have all the hands we need, not enough you's or me's to be all the places that we want to, there's never enough time, never enough time. I'll siphon these anxieties onto to-do lists and fidgets and things and things and things...
i've got the worlds most amazing girlfriend
her names mandi and she'll pwn the shit outta ya
she owns my heart just as much as i own hers
i really don't know how i got this lucky
we're the modern day bonnie and clyde
