if indie rock's going to save my soul, then what the fuck is it waiting for?

she said you're not a rockstar if you do not rock.

Red-haired laughter is a song for sore ears, ears that have been barraged by nightly noise.
Hands with ink-poisining leftovers in tre-scene black.

So what are you thinking?
I am thinking about drugs

I finished my debt to my body and am officially "pure" after hours of saunas hordes of abc pills and miles of electric running.

Does art imitate life or does life imitate art?
stop asking questions that don't really matter

Abstract is now concrete, vauge ideas and feeling have become full blown anxieties and production. No time to sit around and enjoy the w(h)ine. This is the time to move and shake.

I'm just an indie rocker on tour in America
sad little indie rocker.

I leave for the city the morning of the 25th, and i have nothing prepared. No goodbye, so long, tata, farewell, adieu. These all sound foreign. New York isn't a real place it's an idea. Suburbia isn't a wasteland it's a comfort. Life isn't tiring it's tedious.

So how you doing tonight?
I am doing it in my time

There's a boy between the bars that i've been neglecting. i'm a terrible person sometimes, but despite his hints that New York is closer than jail (in the metaphorical sense) i refuse to believe it.


But if indie rock's going to save my soul then what the fuck is it waiting for?
if any rock's going to save us all then what the fuck is it waiting for?

2 weeks left. A warped tour, rushed "you're back now fuck you have to leave's" some yearbook signing and other lives to sign away. Feeding into the capitalistic pre-school shopping frenzy. yes, we may be liberals but if our parents weren't willing to compromise with capitalism we'd never have the opportunity to go to these private institutions scattered along the east and west.

Not a rockstar.
WHEN DC IS SINGING WITH ME I FEEL FINE I FEEL BIG I FEEL HUGE
(not a rockstar) DC IS SINGING TO ME AND I AM SINGING TO YOU.