This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me Isaac.
To do list
Get sponsored by a skate company
Beat Taylor at hide and seek at OLVC
land a kickflip
iunno what else...
Oh, spending all of your money
On trendy haircuts that you read were cool
And you're probably alright
But under these lights you look beautiful
And I'm struggling
I can't see through your fake tan
Oh ya know it for a fact
That everybody's eating outta your hand
On trendy haircuts that you read were cool
And you're probably alright
But under these lights you look beautiful
And I'm struggling
I can't see through your fake tan
Oh ya know it for a fact
That everybody's eating outta your hand
Fancy seeing you in here
You're all tarted up, and you don't look the same
I haven't seen you since last year
Yeah I'm suprised you hadn't forgotten my name
But you know it
Yeah you knew it all along
Oh you say you have forgotten
But you're fibbin', oh don't tell me I'm wrong
You're all tarted up, and you don't look the same
I haven't seen you since last year
Yeah I'm suprised you hadn't forgotten my name
But you know it
Yeah you knew it all along
Oh you say you have forgotten
But you're fibbin', oh don't tell me I'm wrong
Taylor and Isaac we're as tight as emo pants!!!!!!
To do list
Get sponsored by a skate company
land a kickflip
go out with taylor tommorow
On sunday mornin when we go down to church
See the menfolk standin in line.
Dont say they come to pray to the lord
But well my girl she looks so fine.
An in the evenin when the sun is sinkin low
Everybodys with the one they love.
I walk the town, keep-a searchin all around,
Lookin for my street corner girl.
I am the stone that the builder refused i am the visual
the inspiration
That made Lady Sing the Blues...
I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your right...
I am the ballot in the box, the bullet in the gun
The innerglow that lets you know
To call your brother son...
The story that just begun
The promise of what's to come
And I'm a remain a soldier 'til the war is won