Yeah, I made a promise to love myself. But somehow I don't think I'm gonna make it.. Yeah, is that me behind the screen?. I see some shapes but I can't see any faces.
standing at the edge of something. where discussions are like concussions. whisper in my ear. cigarettes and beer. they don't call me cool for nothing.
Sorry - to crash your party. But I just couldn't wait for an invitation. And I know damn well that you never sent one. But you can't kick me out - cuz I live here, too - and I'm the life.
Sucking like a crack hack. Feeling like an 8-track. Out of whack. All the times a clucking no. A suckit and a suckit. I don't want to live with that. And you don't want to take it back.