The other day I broke a glass of my mom’s. Accidentally.
It was a really groovy cup. It had orange and yellow squares on it. I always loved that cup. She said she bought it when she was pretty young, which makes sense, ’cause it looks really seventies. So I was really sad, ’cause it’s a pretty awesome cup. She didn’t seem to care though.
I wanted to write a song about it, but I only got like one line. I think I wrote a verse the other day, but it was really awful. I would’ve written it in the morning, but I had school. I mean, now, if I was a real song writer, I would’ve just skipped first class to write it. Because when you feel like writing, you’ve gotta right! You won’t have that same feeling a few hours later. You’ve just gotta do it, then and there.