Live through this

Somewhere every night, feeding a need for human interaction.

Feeding a need to perform.

Neglecting being an adult.

Fear of falling back into the endless 12 bar cycle of adolescent blues.

Cause I really don’t like blues. And young white guys who are hyperenthusiastic about it annoy me … more cause I’m a misanthrope than any actual outrage.

A sheltered little idiot princess who sings about drugs and murder doesn’t have much room to get moralistic.