Undergrad

living off cigarettes and magazines time to yourself and the TV screen telephone rings for the message machine your friends talk but you're not answering now you got time to look at yourself now you got time to criticize yourself and I've seen the scars you put on your arms that you're making for with your boyish charm and so you've read letters and you've followed fads you've been mixed up and you've gotten mad telephoned home to mom and dad saying, "can you help me out I'm just an undergrad?" but in the end you know it's your own damn fault you gave into what you knew was wrong but that don't stop you from what you do you just blame it on the fact that you're so confused well but you've witnessed love and a homicide didn't tell anyone just kept it all inside and it's a secret that you never share you just convince yourself that you don't care so find yourself on your family tree try to understand your history tell yourself, "it's them not me I have no control over my destiny" so plug yourself into the neutral ground there's a vacancy at the lost and found the neon light flashes, "stick around" here we go again on the merry-go-round here we go again on the merry-go-round and the bartender screams, "it's last call" you kiss your friends and say you love them all you say tomorrow you'll give them a call after you recover from the alcohol and so you walk home talking to yourself your ears ring above all the decibels that shadow and echo through your head as you pass through the loud and drunk coeds so you get home and fall into your bed try to stop the room from spinning lose yourself until you fall asleep forgetting to turn off the TV and so for all the things you never do or say you did something else that brought you here today I guess it's all to your dismay but hell you say it doesn't matter any way hell you say it doesn't matter anyway hell you say it doesn't matter anyway fine I'll just assume then that you're ok. ok? ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok . . .