Check, check, check. Hey, hey. . The sky is falling. It's alright, it's alright. I'll be fine. Now I'm falling. It's alright, it's alright. Gonna look like I'm flying.
When did you quit pulling all of the stops for me?. And when did your 110% become under fifty?. There you are, phoning it in. Going through the motions with an artificial grin.