oh, its what you do to me

theres something in the air that i need. im only quite alive when the sound of guitars, basses, vocals, drums, and whatever might be accompanying is filling the air and surrounding me, drowning out everything else.
i desire such. life on the road. living out of a suitcase, falling asleep in kansas and waking up in colorado. i need this type of life. i need the spontanuity it requires, the ability to laugh everything off. hanging out until rushing into things, running, rushing, setting up, tearing down, packing up and moving out.
i wish for it, i long for it.

non poeticly:
i hate boys because they have the opportunites pretty much expected of them. you arent laughed at, you are smiled at. have any girl tell you shes in a band and you expect the worst of her. its stupid.

i cant think when the words dont rhyme.