Too Cool for You to Know

look at me! i’m a super rad hipster.
sometimes i share pants with my sister,
my brand new Toms shoes gimme blisters,
ends of my mustache lookin like twister,
i am “artsy”
smoke ciggarettes and use the word gnarly,
me and my friends always have themed partiez,
and my band has to have 8 track recordingz
sittin on my macbook lookin at the bonaru line-up,
wished that i lived when the telephones wind-up,
call up my frendz and they drink the wine-up,
we all sings harmonies,
catch me on the high notes,
gimme a guitar and glockenspiel,
a blanket in the middle of a soccer field.
take polaroid pictures of eachother, scan em in put em up right away on my tumblr.
do you like my denim jacket?
i found it at a thrift shop rack in the back it’s,
so 1960’s,
i’m such a hippy,
me and my friends strictly ride fixies,
road trip to san fran later this week.
travel in a van with the band, all 15,
have you heard the new radiohead?
it’s ok. but i like kid a and the bends,
anyway, wanna ride to the city for a coffee?
we can buy ray bans at the swap meet.
i want a beanie like steve zissou,
a mustache and the beard of zues,
i wanna do american apparel photoshoots,
and get another pair of these sick boating shoes.
lets hike next week and maybe go fishin,
just be sure to bring paps blue ribbon,
i don’t believe in God, i don’t have a good reason,
i only eat chicken, but i’m gonna be a vegan,
i swear,
i haven’t washed my hair in at least two weeks,
but i have a pocket comb to slick back that grease,
my shorts too short and i don’t wear sleeve’s,
and i wear v-necks check out my chest peice,
i like a bunch of bands you have never heard,
they’re from overseas but i still learned all the words.
watch their video’s on vimeo they have plenty,
HD quality only, 720,
i like fedoras and candles, and incense, and random,
hand me down flea market t shirts and flannels,
american spirits and serious lyrics,
i’m not a hipster, it’s my appearance.