Tom Da Bomb
10/08/06, 01:38 AM
::this is my daily life. as true as i can tell it
11AM
These bags under my eyes,
I sware that computer screen has injured my sight.
long sleve green shirt thats been on for days,
i have a t-shirt underneath that everyone seems to read.
My shoes are fucking falling apart on me.
The souls of my feet hurt from too much stomping. moshing.
kicking down bedroom doors to get the liqor indoors.
Im drunk as a skunk but still inviting you to join me sometime.
We could battle it out on my pull out couch where I sleep every night.
Used my Tv for batting practice the other day.
Glass still sticks into my feet when i step out of bed.
I bleed and bleed over my carpet that my mother just cleaned.
I lost another set of house keys, I had to climb in through the chimney.
Another pack thrown down my throt, ive got more butts than a Sir Mix O Lot video
I got some homemade gun powder in my hand,
people call it different things these days
Its all the same to me, My nose can breathe again.
After I day dream for an hour or two, three four five hours later
I return the bottles Ive been drinking, and finnaly afford some dinner.
Meet up with the band and get into arguments over whos playing to fast
Forget about the music and clam bake the van.
Forget about the music and
Turn my cell phone off, because, ladies, ive heard enough
I cant be two places at one time. Or can I, Or can I?
Make fun of Flipper and other TV shows,
Park somewhere soon cuz the tanks run dry. My tanks run dry.
We always hear of a party somewhere and arrive with plenty of girls to spare
Were hanging onto some dope, and maybe squeeze some out for ouselfs, we hope
After Tim pukes in the gravity we bounce out, the kids parents have been home for an hour
Dont come a knocking when this van is a rocking, but thats not the case tonight
After we take care of our heads, I have to re-up on coffie and ciggeretts
To get through the night this is what I do.
To judge me would be pointless, millions do it too.
One day Ill be like my father,
Untill then why bother.
Check the clock, its 11am all over again.
11AM
These bags under my eyes,
I sware that computer screen has injured my sight.
long sleve green shirt thats been on for days,
i have a t-shirt underneath that everyone seems to read.
My shoes are fucking falling apart on me.
The souls of my feet hurt from too much stomping. moshing.
kicking down bedroom doors to get the liqor indoors.
Im drunk as a skunk but still inviting you to join me sometime.
We could battle it out on my pull out couch where I sleep every night.
Used my Tv for batting practice the other day.
Glass still sticks into my feet when i step out of bed.
I bleed and bleed over my carpet that my mother just cleaned.
I lost another set of house keys, I had to climb in through the chimney.
Another pack thrown down my throt, ive got more butts than a Sir Mix O Lot video
I got some homemade gun powder in my hand,
people call it different things these days
Its all the same to me, My nose can breathe again.
After I day dream for an hour or two, three four five hours later
I return the bottles Ive been drinking, and finnaly afford some dinner.
Meet up with the band and get into arguments over whos playing to fast
Forget about the music and clam bake the van.
Forget about the music and
Turn my cell phone off, because, ladies, ive heard enough
I cant be two places at one time. Or can I, Or can I?
Make fun of Flipper and other TV shows,
Park somewhere soon cuz the tanks run dry. My tanks run dry.
We always hear of a party somewhere and arrive with plenty of girls to spare
Were hanging onto some dope, and maybe squeeze some out for ouselfs, we hope
After Tim pukes in the gravity we bounce out, the kids parents have been home for an hour
Dont come a knocking when this van is a rocking, but thats not the case tonight
After we take care of our heads, I have to re-up on coffie and ciggeretts
To get through the night this is what I do.
To judge me would be pointless, millions do it too.
One day Ill be like my father,
Untill then why bother.
Check the clock, its 11am all over again.