Look at me
I'm such a pretty little burden.
And I just can't find the words and
My mind's all jumbled up
with the things I just can't say

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Come back, come back to me

I'm listening to Green Day. Right now it's Scattered. But I was jamming out to Missing You just a second ago, and those words sure ring true. I'm missing you, Green Day. I'm all scattered without you. You're not around and I'm a complete disaster because now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life. But I'll never erase your songs, Green Day. This broken scene will always be green for me. Cause the beginners don't even know what song they're singing, but I do. Green Day, please don't go. I want you around forever. You'll always be a friend of mine. Well I ain't got much time, so I'll get to the point... I'm so sick and tired of feeling so alone. Please stay and count the circles around my eyes tonight. I'll be your number one fan in the end; you'll be the last song stuck in my head. I'll write you a lullaby so you can sing me to sleep, and in the darkest night I'll fade away like a penny in the rain and you'll go with me all the way. I'll never turn back time cause you will always be my sweet fourteen. It's not like I'm stuck with you, but I can't just walk away. You're all I ever think about, it's even true today. I want you to know, this never was just a phase. You make me feel like the me I was supposed to be, and you're the background soundtrack to every broken dream on my boulevard. I'm always all dressed up and fucked up with nowhere to go, cause everybody likes me, but they're all out without me having fun. Now all my friends are grown-ups and I'm just an ex-kid... I'm somewhere on the edge of "there's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be", and "what the hell is wrong with me?!" They call me irresponsible and habitual, but no one knows who wrote Shelley Baker, and when they think of me they all just fill their head with schemes. So I just write them off and stay away. Seems like everybody's grown up without me, and even I have left myself behind. My heart is singing out of tune and my eyes are just singing the blues. I don't feel strange, it's more like haunted. I'm dragging on, my heart's been broken, and I'm going down in history. Where in the fucking world did all the time go? So I figure sometimes I'm better lost than seen, and I look away or close my eyes as life goes by like I'm on a moving train. And I don't ever look away from the arms of that moment trapped in time, but all I remember from then now is just folklore. And I'm so turned around from the arms of tomorrow that I don't even know how far off path that I've gone. I tried to live on my own, but don't blame me cause I'm not the god damn one who burned down my house and home. I used to run out at life like a shooting gun, but a stray bullet went straight through the bible and hit my stray heart. And then I died of a broken heart. Now after all is said and done, and after having too much fun, and after all the blows I could take, there's something I should say... For what it's worth, it was worth all the while. Now you're not around and I'm a complete disaster, but I looked for you on Christie Road, and now I'm down in the pavement looking... I hit play and turn you on and now I feel like me once again. I'll always seem to find my way back to you. Back in 2005 I had a dream that I kissed your lips and it felt so true, that in the morning I woke up as a nervous wreck and I fell for you. I crashed into you and let you crash in my imagine too. You can crash forever and we'll be nervous wrecks together. On and on, cause no one knows. It's just how this story goes. So just let me have another dose of Novacaine, give me a long kiss goodnight, and everything will be alright for me. And I'll meet you back on the boulevard in my broken dreams. Yeah, it's been said and done but I open the past and present now and I'm back there. But all I've really got is my future, and you know I've been planning on giving it to you since I was fourteen and strung out on confusion. Now I'm 23 and strung out on soda pop and ritalin, and the stems and seeds of the last of the dope... But hey, at least it's good dope. And since I don't know how to close this out, suffice to say that you were something unpredictable, but in the end was right, and you know I had the time of my life.
Gooooooooooooooood niiiiiiiiiggggggggggghhhhhhhhhht