He calls me a dreamer, Says I won't get nothin' done.
That I just sit here on my bed
looking vacant with my pants undone.
He doesn't know what’s going on inside my busy head.
It might look as though I’m drooling
that I'm lacking any pluck
but I’m deciding on the things I’ll do with the money I’ve saved up.
Go to college
Buy a car
Get an apartment in Cashmere
I could save enough to buy a plane to fly away from here.
But I haven't got that money now
and without it I am nothing
so I'll lie here dreaming of the day I get around to doing something
1 comment:
Damn... That should be put to music, like, anthem rock music. Cause that's my anthem.
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