The outcome of a still veracitless life. Am I livin' it right?
When autumn comes, it doesn't ask. It just walks in, where it left you last. And you never know, when it starts; until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart.
Sometimes I wish that I was a bong hit, you'd let me in and you would love every minute.
They say stay in the lines, but there's always something better on the other side.
I am who I am because of Dave Matthews Band
I've never done anything because I thought it would look cool.