I am becoming this place on the repetitive view of hard wood floors and perfect coats of tan paint. I can't breathe in this place on the gentle scent of Vanilla Artificial Smile Lavender & Midnight I'm an Entitled Brat Blossom.

The moments of fresh air I am granted taste like expensive cigars & Polo cologne. I'm choking. The only rain drops that I catch are champagne as it bubbles over and splashes at my feet.

Sitting for the second I can get on a ***** set of steps, I am day dreaming of my ***** friends all nestled into the same basement smoking the same **** from the same dealer covering punk songs and talking politics like true anarchists. I beg with my manager... Please. It's been months since I've seen my family & you know if she cared at all I'd be headed straight home into the land of misfit teenagers.