I was reading in my room before dinner yesterday. The window was open. The grill was on the back porch. I heard it making grill noises. And I smelled smoke. And I was thinking, "You know...it probably shouldn't be making that much noise...and I probably shouldn't be smelling it...but I'm really too lazy to go check it." After about five minutes of this, the paranoid side of me overruled the lazy side of me and I got up and looked out the window. Yep...fire coming out of the back of the grill. So, I went downstairs where my mom was in the kitchen, and said, "Mom, there's flames shooting out of the back of the grill." So she went and opened the grill and whatever she had on it was on fire. Yum...glad I was eating fish.
So, that was my adventure for the yesterday.


Am I loud and clear
Or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm
Or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer
Or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine
If you show me yours first
Let's compare scars
I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages
And replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'till the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

Been here so long
I think it's time to move
The winter's so cold
The summer's over too soon
So let's pack our bags
And settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends
Some that I hardly know
But we've had some times
I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down
And talk of places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'till the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away