if i woke up late couldn’t get out of bed.
if i bought you a cafe latte instead.
if i lied when i said 32 inches was the size of my waist.
and can i admit everyone once in a while
even though i dig alternative style,
occasionally, i can be caught dancing to britney.
can i confess the art house doesn’t turn me on
but i like every single thing that spielberg’s done. (except a.i.)
could i be good enough? could i be good enough?
if the going got worse and the worse got rough,