Forest - Twenty One Pilots
I don’t know why I feed on emotion
There’s a stomach inside my brain
I don’t want to be heard, I want to be listened to
SpongeBob, where’s my order?
Did you look under the tray?
Oh. No I didn’t, sorry.
I live in a conservative/unfunny town, so this type of thing is almost unheard of
sometimes I can whip out a sweet essay in two hours and sometimes it takes me four tries to spell prevalent