Just looking for bros who will never let me down
h8 humans, they are only looking out 4 themselves
no 1 can really be there for you all the time
I learned the hard way (my dad walked out on us)
So hard to trust
just want to escape
2 another world where there are no problems
where life is a party
and u feel like u never want to fall asleep
because something meaningful might happen
after the after party
when the sun begins to rise
I want to chill out with a PBR
a chill ass beer
cheap and tasty
like a lil cheeseburgy at McDonalds
but then I want to 'get amped up'
without the use of an energy drink
(too much sugar)
but would settle for a different white powder
a huge pile of blow
2 snort in my nose
it will travel up a pipe to my brain
and let my body know 'it is time 2 party'
and 'don't stop partying'
and 'u r the ultimate bro, living the ultimate life: a party.'
Cocaine saved / ruined my life
People told me I 'changed' and 'had problems'
and I 'only cared abt partying.'
They just didn't understand
that I had found the ultimate bros
I was in alt heaven
with a pile of blow
and a PBR
Blow will never die
PBR will never die
Bros will die
I want something that can be there for me forever.
Just wanna be 'the alt Scarface'
and live on 4ever
in the format of posters
in college dorm room
[via say hello to my lil friend, yall]
*****
Do u have bros who will never let u down?
Are humans flawed?
Do u ever feel alone, like every1 will let u down?
Do u ever feel like u can only trust brands and drugs?
Just wanna escape from the 'human condish'...
Met a new bro. For a while we wouldn't approach one another. We felt threatened by one another--not sure why. Maybe it was because we would 'have crushes' on the same girls. Maybe it was because we had a similar fashion sense. Maybe it was because we had the same fave band--Animal Collective. Maybe I felt threatened by the new bro in town because he was kinda like a mirror, held up to my face, and the things I didn't like about him were the things I didn't like about me.
One time MGMT came to town, and we had to stand next to one another at a concert, exchanging insecure faces the entire time. Then we ended up at the same afterparty. We actually talked--you know... talked. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Maybe we could be authentic bros for the rest of time. Maybe we could help one another become better bros. Maybe he would be the best bro at my wedding. Maybe we could coexist in the same circle of friends, rotate through bros together, and date the same lil cunts together.
Maybe he was alright. Maybe he was just like me--and that's not a bad thing.
I got my bottle of PBR, swished it around in my mouth, and spit it all in his face. This was an act of angst, resentment, and love. He performed the same action for me [via gin & tonic]. We had been baptized.
"I now pronounce yall bro & bro."
