I have developed an intense hatred for a certain paint roller. I have paint on my feet because of this paint roller. Stupid paint roller.
I don't like painting the house. It involves work, like carrying things around and vacuuming and getting dust in your nose and trying to cooperate with stupid, hateful paint rollers. I shall probably end up having to dismantle my room sooner than I thought, which is another reason to not like painting the house.
Stupid paint roller.


I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the in-betweens I never understood
Would you look at me I'm crazy
But I get the job done
I'm crazy but I get the job done

So go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down

I pushed you cause I loved you guys
I didn't realize
That you weren't having fun
And I dragged you up the stairs
And I told you to fly
You were flapping your arms
Then you started to cry, you were too high

Now you take this all for granted
You take the mortar, block, and glass
And you forget the speech that moved the stone
And it's really not that you can't see
The forest from the trees
You just never been out in the woods alone