Homework
2 o'clock in the afternoon.
The afternoon, I'm trapped inside.
No one's home but the icicles they melt away,
Its pony-boy I feel just like.
3 o'clock I turn on the tube.
Just to hear background noise.
Its 3 o'clock and there's nothing left to do you know,
But feel like motorcycle boy.
Dear johnny, I'm lonely, unholy, don't you miss me?.
5 o'clock in the afternoon.
The afternoon we're trapped inside.
5 o'clock and now there's nothing to do you know,
But drink away into the night.
Autor(es): C.J. Stone
