You're late

[girlonfire]

'Yeah,
Well i'm always late',
'You shouldn't be',
'Who gives a fcuk?'
'You should Lydia,
You should',
Mmm,
"You see i know i should,
I should,
I really should,
I should care,
I should push and push my self until i fit,
Jack sht,
You wish,
You see me and dad were singing 'till two am,
He was playing his harmonica and guitar,
And just a little piano,
Added spice,
Of an organ in the back ground,
And there was me,
Yowling in the micro-phone,
Belting it so loud,
I couldn't hear the cries and shouts,
The gun shots i feel,
In my mind,
Piercing the bodies of noble citizens,
And i feel it in my mind,
But i sing so loud i can't feel,
Can't hear and i pretend it isn't real,
Just...
'scuse the language,
Honestly,
Apologies,
It's just you people make me so darn mad,
I have to fit,
Have to fit in your jack sht,
If i want to make it,
In your perfect world,
Only i can hear and i can feel,
I need an epidural,
Just to get my hand to the paper,
And my joints,
Rub,
Sandpaper on my muscles,
It hurts,
I have to play along,
Help them on their quest,
To leave all that pain,
Help them to forget about it,
If i want to make my stand,
And blast them suckers down,
Because as i write a long awaited answer,
(for this crappy test)
I hear them screaming,
Feel the gun shot wounds
And an orgasm that's far from pleasure,
It a sick game,
And i 'm not fitting in your jack sht",
'You're still late Lydia'
I take the slip and go,
Detention.