I never wanted this

i still like the way i worked the counting crows album in here in reference to their concert i saw

 

It’s twenty-five degrees

And my reflection in the car window

Makes my nuts shrivel up

A little bit more inside me.

Moustaches aren’t cool anymore.

I once knew a guy

Who could make the most perfectly round snowballs,

But none of my friends wanted to meet him. 

It’s sad to look out onto a big white field,

And not see a snowman standing in the middle.

I’m not looking for the next Frosty or anything,

But attention must be paid.

When you get down to it

After scrapping away all the fluff

Of days that keep me from the weekend.

It’s all about that day in August,

And everything after

Has been to bear witness

To exactly how far a man can fall.

Sisyphus pushes his rock.

Only no one mentions the chain

From his bleeding ankle

Bolted to the boulder he toils with.

I still can’t accept it.

The man in the mirror isn’t me.

He can’t be. He’s a rental.

The first crap car you get

The day you turn 16.

Drive it around till it dies

Then you get the Corvette.

This is the dress rehearsal;

The time to work out the last few kinks.

So when the curtain rises tomorrow night

The audience won’t gasp in unison

At the bloated corpse

In a pool of his own vomit.

 

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[Katie Flores]

The first crap car you get
The day you turn 16.
Drive it around till it dies
Then you get the Corvette.
This is the dress rehearsal

I really like these line, but I have to say I didn't get the overall message. Ima have to sleep on it :)