perfect cure

"So is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish
I've seen more guts on eleven-year-old kids
Have another drink and drive yourself home
I hope there's ice on all the roads
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your head goes through the windshield

Is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back
So let's end this call and end this conversation
And is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say "best friends" means friends forever"


-Brand New, Seventy Times Seven 


Singing my heart and lungs out to this part of the song never seizes to be the perfect cure, for just about anything and everything. Especially when angry and driving, taking out my aggression by speedin just enough and getting where I need to go real fast. Or when I am about to cry myself to sleep listening to my ipod on shuffle, and it magically comes on, and just pumps me up enough to be like as if I was about to shed a tear over this lame shit. pff.