It's not that I don't like this country
I just hate everything about it
the embedded, default lifestyle
8 hour, carb sugar and beer days
basketball, mail and laundry
Shopping in bulk, and fucking to find love
All this bleach hurts my hands, and my skin misses the aire and sun
Fast paced and mean for no reason
I shouldn't have to give myself a pep talk everytime I leave my house
I want a nature walk
a simple meal with vegetables
a boy to ask me on a date
and a thought out glass of wine
I want a step and breath, and pieces
pieces of art, theatre, music
I want language and culture, and weekend trips
and sun and sun and sun and sun
I won't care if I get wrinkles, not if I've earned each one of them.
get me the fuck out of this country.
