I hate when stupid kids from my school tell me how much better raving and partying is than going to a rock show. You know what? No. It's not better. While you're getting "fucked up" I'm having the time of my life, singing along to songs I've fallen in love with and have listened to through hard times. So, I'm real fucking sorry my "shitty little gigs" aren't "hardcore" enough or trendy enough for you. Just keep in mind, while you're hungover the next morning and wishing you hadn't lived last night, I'm wishing I could re-live it again.
Sometimes when I go for walks I’ll close my eyes for a moment. In my mind, I erase all the roads, the cars, the buildings. I replace them with trees and grass. I try to picture what this place was like before.