Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone. No one is in sight as the car rolls to a stop. Smoke fills the windshield and I can't see a thing. I get out of the car and there is a sign that says, "Middle of no where 2 miles." I walk alone I walk alone. I arrive but all I see are worn buildings that haven't stood the test of time. All of the windows are open except for one that's shattered. I walk alone. I walk alone. A billboard flickers on and starts to list of hundreds of numbers, one after the other, I don't know that they mean. The wind begins to howl and remind me of this empty space I used to call home. I walk alone. I walk alone. I walk past a vacant store and I see 2 unused tuxedos in the window. I walk alone. I walk alone. I see people that are failures holding signs for money begging to get whatever they can. These people I recognize, they're old friends of mine. Friends that I left. I could be one of them. So I guess it's a good thing that I walk alone. I walk alone.

I'm Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you like markers think about whiteboards. Like magnets think about the fridge. I'm thinking about you like hot chocolate thinks about winter. Like surfers think about waves. Like sharks think about surfers. I'm thinking about you like Mexicans think about Beto's and Café Rio. Like guitar strings think about picks. Like headphones think about music. I'm thinking about you like Root Beer thinks about floating. Like pictures think about those 1000 words. Like VHS thinks about the 90's. I'm thinking about you like "I" thinks about "pod". Like bells think about ringing. Like Shamu thinks about the ocean. I'm thinking about you like canadians think about moose. Like moose thinks about being meese. Like when people think about pushing the big red button that says, "DO NOT TOUCH". I'm thinking about you.

Worthless polls.

Studies show that 9 out of 10 Americans believe that out of 10 people 1 will always disagree with the other 9.

Direct Orders

You are under direct orders to rock out. Rock out like you're flooring the Porsche on the open road. Rock out like you just hit 135 on the freeway. Rock out like you just got out of a ticket. Rock out like you just got the 360 down. Rock out like you were just given THE keys. Rock out like you just scored. Rock out like you just scored. Rock out like those guys in the 80's did. Rock out like you just got your first paycheck. Rock out like it's officially the first day of summer. Rock out like you just skipped school. Rock out like slammed that guy in ping pong. Rock out like you just hit a 20 foot jump without even trying. Rock out like you just found a new song to rock out to. Rock out like you just got in a crash but then you wake up. Rock out like you're the guy with the Little Ceasar's sign and it's your JOB to rock out.