They ask me when I’ll learn
I say there isn’t enough time in a day
Procrastinating even having the thought
The fear of taking responsibility for my own actions
Or maybe that the disposition of bottles that litter my house
Proves my character just enough to show how much I heed said responsibility
just another number in the troubled youth
Striving singularity but that is our fucking trend
I wanna just act like a wild animal
Turn this trend into a nightmare for those around
Boozing will be a key instead of the downfall
Coke will be a opened door instead of a ring of fire (only in my nostrils)
I’ll Jack off till completion on my porch to whoever is attractive walking by
Experience freedom in its most extreme
I am a individual