August (Thirtyefingseven)

I want to play hookie on life just to see what it's like Oh yeah, i'd die for a day just to see if i'd stay I sit, i stare, always tired, mostly cranky, yeah I sit, i stare, always tired, mostly fucking bored To practice independence seems an insult to those around me, yeah I sit, i stare, always tired, mostly fucking bored I want to play hookie on life just to see what it's like Oh yeah, i'd die for a day just to see if i'd stay Words flutter away before i write, yeah Dull nondescript words, they fill the blanks And let me tell you, so many of those fucking blanks That it's not worth going, not worth going, no it's not worth going on