I've got a plan, I've got it dripping down my forehead in the shape of a bead of sweat.nHow sweet would my life be if I wrote the songs the kids could not forget?nnI jump the gun again, I call you up and tell you how talented I think I am. The things I write will change the world and I will take you along for the ride.nnBut this self appreciation is lame. It's not charming or cute anymore. Who am I kidding, we're sleeping on floors and the summers almost over.nnAt the expense of my new friends, this summers almost over. My heart beats faster every night. Please let this last forever.nnThis is the information age. I've got the age but where the fuck is my info! I know 24 isn't old, but I feel, that I am about to expire.nnI jump the gun again, I call you up and tell you how talented I think I am. The things I write will change the world and I will take you along for the ride.nnBut this self appreciation is lame. It's not charming or cute anymore. Who am I kidding, we're sleeping on floors and the summers almost over.nnAt the expense of my new friends, this summers almost over. My heart beats faster every night. Please let this last forever.