just like i hate fenders just like i can t stand the snow just like my hand me down truck that i miss so much even with no stereo and just like fucking with a condom on though i ve got no fucking disease like getting tested for a brand new girl who just turns around and leaves like full time school a part time job and a niece i never see like headwinds girls with boyfriends no money for no tv just like that headstone with my name engraved from a generation passed like being twenty three on thursday like growing up too goddamn fast like a cell phone full of numbers but not one soul i want to call just like half read books read by well read eyes that pretend to have read them all like following a dream that cripples you with debt like laughing at a joke that hasn t caught up with you yet because i once new why in those kris kross days spin the bottle and she moves in mysterious ways like a stupor a winnie cooper but now nothing makes sense to me