anti anti

I huff gasoline from your shirt
And blur the questions that no one could ever answer
I empty my head of all that I know
Seems like the best view is the one from below

We are anti-movements, we are anti-anti
One time we believed but now we don't even try
And I can't cut a rug, without my fashion drugs
Inebriation leads revelation

Gettin down in the town that makes no sound
You say there's nothing wrong but I don't hear it

I will burn your love letters in a parking deck
Where I have harbored great things that I will never confess
We keep fresh paint on the countenance
Now we keep it simple but make it more complex

We are anti-movements, we are anti-anti
One time we believed but now it's passé and cliché
And she'll say anything to make you move again
But is it the truth? I don't care if it is








LOL so drunk last night. i didn't even know anyone there, still had a good enough time. got drunk fo free, it worked. anyways...i haven't wrote about shit in forever. i guess i just feel like i want to keep things to myself sometimes, ya know? yeah, you know. i love being that person who stays in touch with everyone, i honestly love that about myself. and i also love how my family loves how blunt i am. i'm glad i have a family that can accept me for being what most people would call "a bitch" simply because of how blunt i am sometimes. oh well, the truth is i just don't give a fuck anymore. fuck you all, minus my babies, and the man of my dreams that i have yet to meet. or have i???