i feel like a plate full of sand no more can be added, no more can be good i feel that you wont understand i dont really know this, but it will make due i know we are taking a chance but what can i say? its too much fun i dont want to see you all die too many parties, not enough time too many tacos but just enough for you the air is filled up in my lungs i am not sarah, no that is not me the chair is all around you purple and round all the time i dont like red dwarf, i never will those dreads are fake and so is the acting we can sit here as long as we want where are the napkins? i have a towel too many tacos but just enough for you i just want to feel apart of something i just want to feel like one of you i just want to feel accepted i just want to feel everything