you know how it goes, today isn't any different from any other day. wake up bright and early for school, but wait, there this feeling. i'm not sure how to describe it; oh it brings flutters to the deepest part of my stomach. get on the bus, then off the bus, and on into the building it is. a hundred year old piece of shit place with piece of shit people inside of it. which i'm sure have gained shittiness throughout the years. the spot, it's what we like to call where we stand in the morning. if someone is there when we get there, 99.9% chance of blood being spread across the floor. dead body in the recycling bin is optional; that's only if i'm feeling extra frisky that morning. then i walk into first class, with thoughts of you spinning around in my head. sometimes i just lay my head against the computer screen, close my eyes, and fill the darkness with your beautiful face. after that it's off to art, now, this class has options. i can do whatever the fuck i want. sleep, draw, listen to my cd player, and hell, i bet i could even beat off right in the middle of class. but once i think about that, i decide to save that for a certain someone and yes, she's the only one i'd ever save it for. none ya bitches get any of this. the next two classes are a bore, just time to rest my eyes, and time to think about what it feels like to kiss your soft, seductive lips. then it's lunch! oh boy. i have two options there, stay in school or leave. i usually leave, but it's getting cold again; so i think it's time to save some body heat and say "fuck you" to fast food. but of course if i get a ride then i have no problem leaving. we have our own table as well, you sit there, well, lets just say i'll give you a nice parting gift of my fist going into your face. i don't know why i took a cooking class, i know how to cook, i need to think of my options before i choose a class. but it's alright, i'm thinking about dropping that next semester. once that's over then i just think about hearing your sweet, singsong voice in a couple of hours; i'm pretty sure it's the only thing that keeps me in line some days. well, the last two classes aren't really that important, unless thinking about you every second of every minute of the last two classes of the day. if you do, then you might start to think that those are the two most important classes of the day. then, THEN! it's redemption. my chill time, as i'd like to call it. go to the mini fridge get a nice cold coke; then go to my room and maybe put on some music or turn on the boob tube. then i just sit and wait for you to call. that is all i ever really do, just wait for the next time i can make some kind of contact with you. because babe, every second i'm with out you my lungs grow weaker and weaker and my heart beats slower and slower; and yeah, alright, i guess you could say it, you're the only thing that keeps me going. you're the only thing that i need. and you are most definitely the only thing i will ever, ever, want. | 
