I'm one year older now since last time I saw you. In case you wanna know, I'm about to say what I'm up to. First of all, I'm a sluggard movin' slow in a clumsy way.
Trendy winds are blowing through my hair. The punk elite are checking every thing I wear. I'm tired of their endless whine, why can't they mind their own?.
Everything's complete, the newly wed syndrome. The mayfly hit the street, everybody in plus. Burnt out as can be, watching you go home. It's crystal clear to me, you no longer need us.
The last selection in the ballgame. Does never get a pass. Not appreciated just his first name. He's the scapegoat of the class. . There are no friends to cheer him up, and.