Drinking enough to knife to death the dumb down. Drinking yourself to death am I in touch now. You ask me how to cure your headache, use a gun. If you think you're doing something special, it's been done.
Phone me and I'll hang up. Sick and tired of being bubble gum chewed up. Dark lane, bleak house shrinking rose, You're over and out. Tie a cherry bootstring, put your candy teeth in.
Different ways of counting. Fingers running through your hair. Ten to twenty lifelines. If you doubt how this compares. There's fear enough to share. A fear of loathing.
when the joys of living just leave you cold. frozen from the failing mess you made your own. and if you want an ending to your screenplay life. well here's the consolation that will change your heart and mind.