That one time outside of the art hallway while i was skipping world regional studies freshman year
August Henry
The rules are pretty simple it seems, "Talk shit, get hit!"
But in my book it seems that I'm such an easy target
I'm not one to punch but I'll cry right in your face
Not one to yell but I'll tell you calmly that you're not thinking straight
Is it really that fucking hard to just be less of a dick?
There's really not a need for you to tell people my business
Writing this stupid song because a stupid thing happened
Terrible that confrontation
They were all sitting there laughing
