All I’m Saying Is
Friday, August 22nd, 2008
If I had to, I would marry Jenny Lewis.
And sometimes, when you’re on,
You’re really fucking on.
And your friends, they sing along,
And they love you.But the loads are so extreme,
That the good seems fucking cheap,
And it teases you for weeks
In its absence.But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through,
You’ll fake it if you have to.
And you’ll show up with a smile.You’ll be better and you’ll be better smarter,
And more grown up and a better daughter,
Or son and a real good friend.You’ll be awake, you’ll be alert,
You’ll be positive though it hurts,
And you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends.You’ll be a real good listener,
You’ll be honest, you’ll be brave,
You’ll be handsome, you’ll be beautiful.You’ll be happy.




