Max The Tourist

Pizza box, it's fucking different here than it's there. I loooove the pizza in the US, it was different. I can't quit put my finger on it, but I remember the taste. Or not, I already do not know, I just know there is no taste of it like it was there. It's mot that it is not tasty here. We used to gather all the friends, especially at the end. We had great time, my night before the flight back home, was full with pizza, cola and cigarettes. Filled with regrets. And knowledge that I did what I wanted. I did what I wanted. Almost, seems that the rules still apply to me, I respect them. I could not say "no", fuck it! I won't give a fuck. I always trying to think about tomorrow and consequences, but the truth is, you cannot know. It limits you, you think that you'll have another change, but no one said that really will. The is a good chance that it won't. So why the hell care? Right? Live like there's no tomorrow! Take all you can give nothing back! The way of the pirate, I love it! All was built for me! Everything in this place was built for me to take and to taste. I don't know if those are lyrics, but they are a fucking therapy for me, like a diary! Like a fucking diary, LOL! That's what I know, that what I feel. And this is how it goes... Everything was built for me, for taking, and also this carton box. You know, all this started from a pizza box, right?