Sometimes on the really bad days
I like to pretend I'm someone else.
Someone who doesn't wake up in the morning
hoping for car wrecks and burning buildings.
Someone who doesn't cook breakfast
wishing for tornadoes and killer bees.
Pretending that I'd rather be alone
than be attacked by brain eating zombies.
(This rut, is my life.)
I like to pretend I'm someone else.
Someone who doesn't wake up in the morning
hoping for car wrecks and burning buildings.
Someone who doesn't cook breakfast
wishing for tornadoes and killer bees.
Pretending that I'd rather be alone
than be attacked by brain eating zombies.
(This rut, is my life.)
