thinkin bout four summers ago driving down quiet back roads in south jersey i was stinking of lake water and snack bar grease listened to september gurls and hoped the school year would be different didn t wanna be a big star but didn t wanna be a small fry either no oh oh oh oh didn t wanna be a weenie any more coffee at the kitchen table you ll join me two hours later i ll be sitting in front of a blank page in my notebook been reading through modern poetry i just dont understand these images why s this beauty blocked from me well i know i know certain things i know uncertainty i know every last freakin thing bout hyperbole i know someone knows the weather doesn t matter i always pack an extra sweater bad jokes make me happy put my laundry in the dryer two days later turn it on high and forget it it catches on fire i want to throw the appliance out the window of my third floor apartment but i can t lift it so i spit on it sip homemade lemonade in my dreams cause i ve yet to make any not too much sugar i like the sour and sting dump iced tea on my head in here i m burning up i m unraveling kick off my shoes come with me we ll swim through through these sweat stained sheets crack open another can of beans cheers to friends we ve yet to meet i ll pray they forgive my reclusive tendencies we ve all got so much strange to give