remove your bags, let me call you a cab

tomorrow its back to school. back to school with fresh blisters, weary feet and fearful hearts. i'm scared shitless, but ain't nothing i can do about it. of wasted seconds and squandered coins, its the ride we all can't get enough of. so we keep coming back for more, even though every time is like a well-placed right hook to your jaw.

lighten up. i have so much to live for, sometimes i forget.