I don’t know about everybody else, but I’m running from this week as fast as fucking possible… which involves not running at all, but sitting relatively still inside a moving vehicle.

And we’re going now / ‘Cause, hey this is it / This is where we are / Out here where silence is / Seventy miles an hour, windows up tight / And I am home

This song more than earned its spot on my award winning Pissed Off At The World: The High School Years mixtape. Although, in retrospect, my high school years contained remarkably little that warranted being so pissed off about. Nonetheless, posting this seemed appropriate, even if it’s going to be far from a crowd pleaser. But that’s what it is to be emo, after all — friendless, and deservedly so.