Life is a daze
In a word you could say it's that awkward teenage phase
It's a state of doing right or wrong
kinda like how some girls wear granny panties and others wear thongs
Life is a series of curves running at full throttle
The similar curves that women share to coke bottles
One minute your gazing at the stars
And the next ran over by your ex-girlfriend's car
Life is like wearing a jock strap
It's sweaty and rides you like a b***h
But in the end you are grateful for that tender itch