These are the tools of our escape on a tormented Tuesday
You could always judge, or empathize
But i will always synthesize
Our truth is that you can never truly understand.
And we require your respect, because if you understand
then you can respect how unique the perspective
of another living thing is…
I mean, our school doesn’t care
The government doesn’t care,
that’s why our tools of choice this night are legal.
We’re legally killing ourselves ,
while we’re legally, simultaneously
being slow poisoned by stress.
The very O2 particles in the room
floating around in a sombre mood.
Too buzzed to want to move
Plus its still tuesday so we have school
In the morning .
Oh the assignments, the responsibilities.
Let’s not even get into how our day was
Let’s get into this vodka,