Got a vanilla Coke by my side --
chillin.
Me and my vanilla Coke.
We go together like water and glue
and you
just sit there.
with your beer and your malt liquor
and your hands on your head,
laughing
without a care in the world.
I'm one of those new age girls;
with that new age shit
got my new age bitch
asking me questions i can't answer
right away
because I'm fad-
ed.
because i'm jad-
ed.
lost in a moment I can't find my way out of
because my vanilla Coke and I
become one once again
and i once again
feel illegit.
Sometimes i feel like I
can't be alone
on my own.
But I can when I feel like it.
and I like it--
This guy
all on my jock,
my dude, you ain't worth it
back up and find a new one
I ain't
Tha one
you lookin for.
I'm too new age for you
and my mind is dancing in circles
can you handle
that,
my dude?
I've fallen and I can't get up
she keeps talking
and I can't shut up;
and now I can't hear...
"what's this disney channel shit you always listen to?"
he seems to say to me
"i don't know man,
it's just sweet"
I said back.
He don't know me like that,
not forreal anyway.
So until I meet
something sweet
like this vanilla Coke number 2.
or 3.
4 maybe.
I can't control
this feeling maybe
I should slow
down
and examine what's around me maybe
I
can't,
or I won't.
Cuz this vanilla Coke and me
we
go together like oreos and
orange juice.
I'm so loose
forgive me now,
for I am lost in my shadow
once again
and I
once again
am done and over.
Got bored and intox and wrote... lol.