Yellowcard
How I Go

I could tell you the wildest of tales
My friend the giant and traveling sales
Tell you all the times that I failed
The years all behind me
The stories exhaled.

I could tell you of a man not so tall
Who said life's a circus and so we are small
Tell you of a girl that I saw
I froze in the moment and she changed it all

And you keep the air in my lungs
Floating along as a melody comes
And my heart beats like timpani drums
Keeping the time while a symphony strums

And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go
Hurry now
Lay me down
And let these waters flow...

Son I am not everything you thought that I would be
But every story I have told is part of me
Son I leave you now but you have so much more to do
And every story I have told is part of you

I painted my toenails black out of boredom last night.


But that's old news.

I think my group of emo friends have influenced me. For the first time ever, I CUT MY OWN HAIR.

Its no biggie to those extremist, who do their entire hairstyle by themselves, or CHOP OFF THEIR PONYTAIL (coughmichcough). All I did is cut myself a fringe.

Shucks. I am emo.