Faded blue jeans and specs worn out,
Too lazy to get new ones or to shout.
Fifty bucks in my pocket and I feel like spending,
Second day down and my back ain't bending.
Hair looks better when its open but I'll tie it anyway,
My dog wants to run but won't because I told him to stay.
Cut sleeves or full, it takes forever to decide,
Say whatever about me, I will take it in my stride.
Don't you dare touch me, nobody has that right,
Treat me well for as long as I want and who know's if I might.
Not so easy to please and all of that isjust a lie,
Even if I spend life being silent,
I promise to create chaos the day I die.
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