"this is what you do for tomorrow, you go out and buy some whiskey and an accoustic guitar, you start writing songs and you'll never forget her, and you'll always feel sad and emo. but that won't matter, 'cause now you sell cd's and crazzy obssesed girls will buy you shirts, and they'll obsess over you. you might even go out with some movie star. you'll call bush an idiot and call mtv cock-suckers. BUT, you'll never forget the girl, and you'll start believing that your mother drowned you little brother (one which doesn't even exist) in a bathtub. but hey, you'll make music and continue with the good looks and you'll have people buying you cds and shirts (the cycle continues). BUT you'll become a drunk and have liver problems and you'll be sad and depressed. you'll go to new york and get drunk at your concert and make out with hot girls in the crowd. but you're still depressed. they'll love you for it and you'll hate it. not like that would matter anyway"