bad news(chicago bound up-rooted)

Its not like I dont want to change, it's just that, things were going good before I pulled myself out of bed. If I didnt spend the night graduation night, I wouldnt be spending the night every night since, and my mother would be thrilled. She would be thrilled if I was still locked away under radical guides and bad news and clementine peels, just as long as she can listen through the door. That reminds me, I should have shown you the ropes on your first day of school, and that reminds me. What did winter have in mind when it dismissed your front door with the wave of a cat and a dog? Your parents were having children as we spoke and one by one they hid and they sought. Your dining room table might as wellve had welcome mats for chairs, but I guess those are harder to get macaroni salad out of. It all seems so over.