Into It. Over It. D (An) I.y. Lyrics

This seems to have become a trend. When did the day begin? And how come a single soul hasn't told me? It appears to have become a trend, wasting my weekends on the couch, while mountains move around me. But I digress, in weight of feigning interest, to do what's best: Grab my coat and leave the house. How long have you lived around the corner? A state of shock on your front lawn, but anxious enough to ask you: "Well, how long have you lived around the corner?" Thank goodness that I've made it out alive. This seems to have become a trend, with more casing than courtesy, and song titles scribbled poorly on some posterboard. It appears to have become a trend. A trailer sits in the driveway, while the brother (years younger) knows better. Thank goodness that we've made it out alive. I've been bored to death enough time today. I've been bored to death enough times to know that we are what we are. What we are is all the same. Not tired or uninspired; We could never live that way. Thank goodness that we've made it out alive.