If I clean my room and just not speak
and live like a shadow on the walls,
will you continue to not think of me at all?
Because I have tried to tell my story but you wouldn’t hear
the words that I had to say.
Would it make a difference if I chose not to stay?
But in your defense it is hard to hear
and easy to put me last,
when your head is buried so far up her ass.

You say that you love me but talk is cheap
and honestly I wish you’d stop,
because your idea of love is a fucking laptop.
I guess that I will search for it somewhere else,
search for a tab worth 10.
Then you can go and blame it on my friends.

If you want to see some of the sickest longboarding you will ever see, head on over to http://tiredgang.tumblr.com/. You will forever wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweats haunted by -their tasty slides.