shit.

if you knew me at all,
you'd know i don't really
give a shit.




my whole life,
i've found some way
to, i don't know, live on the edge.
to dance with the lions.
like a pinwheel,
turning in the wind.
like the sparrow gliding
in the sky.
the song i sing
tells of a boy
who hates to deal
with anything.
it tells of a boy
who is always down
for nothing but a good time.
of a boy
who really doesn't
give a shit.

and somewhere,
there's someone looking for that boy.
someone who has enough
common sense and care
for the both of us.
because if you look at me
to lead you home,
i'll always
choose the wrong path.
and to be quite honest,
when we end up where
we weren't meant to be,
i won't lose any sleep.
i really won't lose any sleep.


of all the dolls i've met,
and they all left when i refused
to slow my pace.
i move like an animal,
and i'm always in a race.
you'll get tired of waiting
for me to slow down,
and i'll tell you up front.
i really don't give a shit,
and i won't forget to wave
when you turn around and walk away.
what's your name again?




so, if you're listening,
send me the one that
can deal with me.
the one that would love
to get lost somewhere with me.
the one that wouldn't dare
ask me to slow down, even a little.
the one that would refuse,
refuse to walk away.

pardon me for the vulgarity,
but quite frankly,
i really don't give a shit.
we are not the same.