Wasted youth and mad as hell. My friends keep asking me. "Are you ok, man, your eyes are glazin'". . I cant get over it. This shit is killing me. My body's achin', hands are shakin'.
All I ever wanted to be was a woolly muffler on your naked neck. Double-wrap me when it's cold but you pulled a little tight just now. And I'm afraid, I feel a choke hold coming on.