All we ever do...
Sitting by the café sidewalks,
Chilling with the crew,
There’s so much time and truly little that we can do.
Puffing on ciggies,
Strumming on guitars,
Buffering our nails by our lips,
We're fools.
All we ever do is write our silly lil’ poems,
Act our silly lil’ plays,
Rant about our love lives and gripe about our pays.
All we ever do is write our silly lil’ songs,
Angsty and painful,
But what we are to do?
We’re never good enough for you.
Some'd die for dreams that never materialize,
Eating bread with butter(at least there is butter!),
While you lug around your Jimmy Choos.
Sleeping earlier cos we’re hungry,
While you rub shoulders with who’s who.
Writing a lousy rhythm line,
Fighing battles with our crazed minds,
We're fools.
We were sharing Frapps,
Reading our silly poems,
Listening to the lone guitar,
Laughing at our blighted stars,
We were silly passionate fools.
Now it’s just us.
Not You.
You’re Mighty.
We’re Tools.
