I’m a mess of unfinished thoughts.
Don’t know how else to say it…don’t want to see my parents go.
One generation’s length away from fighting life out on my own.
Stop this train. I want to get off and go home again.
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in.
I know I can’t, but honestly, won’t someone stop this train?
I would listen to John Mayer sing the dictionary. Okay, that’s not really saying anything, because vocabulary is sexy.
I would listen to John Mayer sing about math. Yeah, it’s that bad.