dear dad, or god, or whatever
i sold my guitar to get a bus ticket home
met the girl of my dreams, but i'm dead to her now
do, i'm coming home in victory
arms open wide, sitting by a greyhound toilet
first stop: convenience store
i've got lies to tell
glory never felt so good
justice was served, you were just too stupid to notice
that's why i love you
p.s. take a fucking shower!
YOU ARE READING
american idiot monologues
Poetrythe monologues between the songs in the broadway musical, american idiot by green day. i own nothing. it belongs to green day.
