Apparently I was wrong. It's not a poem. It's lyrics from a song called Citizens of Tomorrow by Tokyo Police Club. My only brother corrected me. Which is greatly appreciated. As for the song, it's pretty sweet. If you're into Geek!Rock. Which I really, really am. But you knew that. Or I should hope you knew that.
Sometimes I wonder who I'm writing to. Then I think it's dumb so I stop.
It's weird how when you think you're totally over something. Like really over and through it, adn then you're like, oh okay....I get it...It gest easier...that's cool. And then out of NOWHERE, it hits you like a huge fuckin' truck. And it sucks just as much as it used to. And then what?
Then you throw a Disco!PityParty. You're all invited. It's Saturday night in my basement. BYOB. I'll be there drinking alone, it'll be a blast.
BOWIE!QUOTE: To not be modest about it, you'll find that with only a couple of exceptions, most of the musicians that I've worked with have done their best work by far with me.
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Discoparty. May I come?
-JT-
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