how did anybody find out where i was?
how did anybody find that out?
i was hiding from the world i was a squirrel
you chopped down a tree to get my fur.
fear of sleep...
you're no fun.
fear of the unknown.
i guess everybody's week
must have been pretty rough,
cause everybody's drunk,
loud, and pissed off
i know you hate to be impressed
with someone else (other than yourself).
but you know, trying to back on being an asshole helps.
