I tried, i failed, i tried, i failed, i tried, i failed at making up stuff that makes sense . . . I dream about it though . . . Why can't i write Medha and everyone else who writes so awesomely awesome stuff . . . But the best i could come up with is this . . . Sums up my entire experiences, i guess, since i started college . . .
ALL UPTIGHT AND ALL . . .
Late one evening, down by the river,
I thought along the lines of a man who'd thought too much,
It occured to me that i was a believer,
It made so much sense, I felt myself shiver.
Trusted those who couldn't really make their minds up,
of people, and meat and god knows what,
They never had what i had, but that made me real sad,
But I still couldn't make a pie,
I tried to hide under my bed,
That place of clouds in my head,
All the things that's done and said,
Mann, I really wanna be dead.
Tricked up till the highest point,
The view, the air and god knows what,
It was a really stange feeling,
I'll never really know what it was.
Had enough,
of slow days,
Break away
from the crappy way;
Went out looking for the perfect fit,
Found a knife up my back,
whyowhyowhyowhy!
lalalalalalalaaaa!!
Too much, too high, too bright,
for me to like,
too far, too wide, too fancy,
Take me on that cheesy bike;
I couldn't take it any longer,
It felt a bit like a hammer,
Tasted a bit like the summer,
oh mann, bummer!!
