The Love Song of J. Xander Douchebag
I grow old… I grow old…
I shall wear the bottom of my Gap denims rolled.
Shall I spike my hair up high, Do I dare to eat a Dragonfruit,
I shall wear Old Navy Capris, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the Jonas Brothers singing, each to each
I do not think they will sing to me.
Fuck it, I’ll just get frosted tips.