Hold your breath, dear. This ship is going down. We're all downhill. Running with our timebombs. These shins are cracked and splintered. These lips are crusted shut.
That's cool.. I guess you're fitted for solitude. This suit doesn't fit you. Lonely fish - cry in this cage. Does your owner ignore you?. . Well, now I'm thinking that I.
Sweating with confidence. They're soiling our egos. And we're locked at the hip. Don't cut the cord too short. . You've cut yourself off. I thought we agreed.