I'd love to write the next American classic but you can't really shoot for that, can you?
What would I write about?
A troubled teen from Long Island?
So cliché
Sometimes you just have to close the door in their face when they say, "I guess this means, have a good life?" Maybe it won't hit you immediately after you hear the slam or even after you go downstairs on the Fourth of July to continue watching the Twilight Zone marathon but days later, weeks later, maybe months or well, actually, probably years, it'll start to dwell in your head. The weight will just sink in your heart and you'll scramble through your phonebook and search across the world wide web looking for their number or email.
Where am I going with this?
Drugs, Sodomy and the White Picket Fence
Welcome to my Life
You'll probably read through it
In one sitting
It's going to be an easy read
And that's the point
I want to be a level
That Everyone Can Relate To
The human body
Spirit and Heart
Aren't complicated
Don't let your science teacher
Professor or idol
Tell you otherwise
We are all the same
We are all of the same
Don't you fucking know what you are?
