I’m looking ‘cross the room n hoping that you’re lookin too. I’m waiting here for you i’m waiting here for you i got better things to do than shave my legs, my pits, oh yeh. can i get you anything? a soda? Campari? with lemon? you got it. I’m waiting here for you i’m waiting here for you what’d you think of the ultimate ending? i fast forward, get busy pretending that i’ve seen everything. If you have any answers for the guy from Lit, please let him know in the comments below, he’s obviously in a pretty rough place right now.Do you have any siblings? i got a brother, Blake, he’s four years older than me (n i guess he always will be) yeah he’s clever and he’s got a cool girlfriend (hey Hayley) aw but wait, now that they’re engaged soooooo i hope they have kids so i can be a cool aunty I need to know so I can get back to the rockstar lifestyle I earned by being the guy from Lit.Ĭould it be related to the things I said when I was drunk?
If anyone reading this has any idea why my car is on the front lawn, please tell me so I can move on with my life. Where are my bandmates? How long has it been since they abandoned me? Have they continued the legacy of Lit without me? Living the high life with the likes of Sum-41, Sugar Ray, and Fred Durst? I’ve been a walking nightmare for decades, sleepwalking with my clothes on. Related: 5 Marilyn Manson Songs That HEY FUCK OFF DAD I’M WRITING MY ARTICLES RIGHT NOW Was there an earthquake? Did Bigfoot pick up my precious ’86 El Camino and throw it on the front lawn?ĭID OUR LORD, GOD ALMIGHTY, LOOK UPON MY VEHICLE AND DECIDE TO USE HIS INFINITE POWER TO RAISE MY CAR FROM THE EARTH TO REACH ITS DESTINY IN THE FRONT YARD? WHAT HAPPENED? I’ve run through every possible scenario in my head and still the answer eludes me. I need answers, somebody give me the answers I seek. I’ve been spiraling for 18 years and the nagging question remains. I thought I would no longer have to worry about why my car is on the front lawn.But fame changed nothing. I thought fame and success would carry me through my darkest days I thought the sleepless nights would subside.
No, it’s not called, “Please Tell Me Why.” But please do tell me why … why my car is in the front yard. We even wrote a hit song called, “My Own Worst Enemy” about my car’s unlikely placement. Our concerts had dirt bikers, goths, AND rappers with upside down visors all pogoing together. Guys with baggy pants and girls in crop tops and black lipstick loved us. Did I drive it there? Why would I drive it there? Did my car grow legs and walk onto the front lawn? The last thing I remember my band was on the top of the world. I’ve run so many possibilities through my head. What could have possibly happened? Does anyone out there have the answer? I have been asking myself the same question for the past 18 years.
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