I could drink all five bottles of Bailey’s Irish Cream that my aunt has out on the bar.
Or, I could pick up the lamp on the table and hit my father in the head with it.
Or, I could peg everyone in this room in the eye with a Jelly Belly, and watch them suffer
Or, I could go lay in the fire
Or, I could just go jump out the glass window screaming, and die
This one is sweet
Right now, I could climb over into the front seat of the car and steal the wheel from my dad and drive the car into the San Francisco Bay. I could do it
I don’t know who I am, what I want, or where I’m going
Hey, I guess you could say that I’m barely floating
I just want to knock myself senseless and vegetate