Young Albert was searching for something. A little bit out of the ordinary. Some kind of break in his dull routine. One day he took leave of his senses.
Somewhere someone's standing by. The same game plan, the same aging fantasies. Spruces up the small talk and the smile. It's no wonder, he's under. The pressure of pride once again.
Think, when was the last time. You, stumbled on rest time. Go, try to relax now. Or, did you forget how. . Slow motion. Let everybody else run around.
You can say your winter tan. Is fading much too fast. And you can say that all your clothes. Are tailor made to last. You can say your Gucci shoes. They really have the shine.