my stomach's cramping up, i don't even wanna have babies so my pain is pointless--fuck. where's god when you need her? my youth's passing by in one big blur while i sit on the couch and think about how famous i'm going to be i'm such a fuck-up, conceited wannabe i'm just a post-9/11 stress-fed apathetic media-obsessed scared kid and so are you baby so let's hang by our necks together and swing the night away till we learn to suffer like they do.