My mama loves my ripped shirt. She calls it my Eddie Vedder shirt. She said that i'm a grunge kid. I dunno what she's talking about but I'm guessing grunge is pretty cool.
coz here I am bellowing to the tunes blasting on the stereo. It's something from Pearl Jam.
and I'm getting lost in the music. Trying to sing along.
Pearl Jam is now my personal nanny. They keep my mouth shut from all the crying. I think I may have just satisfied my soul.
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