Castaway

I had the dream I met a boy, who treats me like a princess.
Replaced my hat with golden crown.
I used to switch the good guys just to getaway with strangers
and wake up in another town.
 
I wish the crisis was existential,
but I'm just wasted potential,
they call it inconsequential.
(I can't justify)
 
I wake up drunk, I missed out the subjects they talked about.
Someday they all say aloud
(She messed up her life).
 
It's high time for
all my lies I ignite.
And meanwhile life shows ones, who is right.
I'll take the evening train to places I would never stay.
It's always harder for the good girl showing signs of castaway.
 
Someday I'll probably pass out in the middle of the street,
and I'll throw up under the bar.
And I'll tell you I'm allergic to your checks and greenbacks,
but I just got sick in the car.
 
Someday I probably find myself in TV show called "losers".
You'll burst with laughter like grenade.
I'll pick the classy guy to throw up on his brand new shoes, I'll say
"I couldn't bare your gasconade".
 
Have you heard my private jet flying?
I guess I got stuck in lying.
I can not pay for surviving.
(It's just so mean)
 
I stumbled, fell off the staircase,
I couldn't walk straight just
in case you'll see me pacing,
You'll got sure - I'm insane.
 
It's high time for
all my lies I ignite.
And meanwhile life shows onesz who is right.
I'll take the evening train to places I would never stay.
It's always harder for the good girl showing signs of castaway.
 
I have this dream: my classmates throw square academic caps,
stand applauding, screaming out my name.
And I'll remind them equivalence they put once in my locker -
"You're and the slut it's just the same".
 
She treats them nice just to screw.
The rumors are true.
 
She messed up her life.
It's so mean,
but meanwhile the time shows the ones who is right.