Shooting Rubberbands at the Stars

I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box Religion is the smile on a dog I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-doo yeah Shove me in th

Thursday afternoon, you cast a shadow 'round my room The breeze moved the curtains and lifted my perfume into the air And danced with lazy curls in your hair The sun was in the sky like pink champagne And it glistened in your eyes all day I remember

Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends and we notice you don't come around Me, I think it all depends on you touching ground with us. But, I quit. I give up. Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems. And I quit. I give up. Nothing's good eno