my friend said she’s Quirky Angsty And different She’s not she’s insecure And I don’t mean any offence bu that statement But she thinks the chains around her neck make her appeal to her abuser And the fact that she’s never, really, properly drunk and yet pretends she’s wild and has lives lives she hasn’t She says “ if you ever need someone to be a crackhead I’m right here” She’s not She’s insecure She has sisters I have brothers And although we’re no longer defined by genders I think we are now She wants to be like her younger sister But she’s not popular like her She lacks for charisma But is sweet and kind She thinks “cage the elephant” is indie music And thinks listening to the strokes makes her cool And that turning of capital letters on her phone somehow makes her “not like other girls” She’s wrong I don’t do any of that **** and I don’t pretend to be quirky, angsty, and different And all the boys prefer me. And yet I’m insecure She should go back to fan-girling over Shakespeare And writing books and poetry for fun You’re not Quirky Angsty And different you’re just insecure Ok yeah good. ? ! Got it perf. Vibes. Cool,,, lel!’v
this isn't meant to cause offence just meant to make an observation on fakeness (As said by Hugo) but yeah. enjoy and don't take it TOO personally
"The Swindle", is a possible escape plan in order to divert attention completely away from the VAST majority of preying eyes! "Why!?" And..."why now question it...?" Whatever the situation, you need to be wary of totally undivided attention...,since you are not alone...of an obvious disguise (upon an even more obvious "swindling" act).
"The Swindle", is a countermeasure towards shameful results (for oneself). That is...if your simply caught in the act...
Desperate and lonely you need someone for holding but that's not how you know me so you just call me homie when looking for comforting company to give aid to your conforming country then you just start hatefully hunting to prove you are... something.
You say get in the whip like you're cool and you're hip you sound like a **** that is dip but I need your script in my wrist so I hop in your motor vehicle hoping for a hopeless miracle that you'll stop acting satirical and break out that bag that is spherical.
That shot must've not sat right you've been looking for a fight all narcotic night your sardonic sight has been on pointed humor to get me annoyed but I don't feel like Robert Downey Jr. or Pink Floyd when you interrupt my ****** stupor to argue like boys I just want to be a user drama devoid.
You spit and stunt telling me if I don't roll the blunt I can get the **** out of your car I ask why you're acting hard is it emotional scars? Or Xanax bars? This planet's marred with cancer hearts you play your part by trying to act cool thus making the world colder you look like a piece of stool but think you're a soldier.
My shoulders shrug high saying I don't want to be Drug Guy so there's no need to be unkind we can talk about this sometime once you're unblind but until then see not me with your peacocking you seem cocky but scream softly.
You call me a ***** I say try me and you'll see it'll only be fueling an endless cycle of dueling but you want to be the crazy one so your choices are hazy ones and your ideas lazy ones like playing nun for gaming funds then regarding yourself as a mature man everyone can smell your manure ****.