bagging it up.

and here i thought we were past that.
past the hiding, past the dredging. past the things that truly will never change.
how did we get here? to where you hold things over us like a badge of misdemeanor. the faces change but the games stay the same. and you think you're above it all? 'hipocracy' follows your name like a dog with no where to go.
it was supposed to be fun. just shooting the shit. the girls back together. me, i'm going back to my town. where everybody knows your name- but no one will use it against you.