It's time to bust you free my friend. You've suffered long enough. Hellbent, crazy, fucking lazy. Wishing I was young. . Oh, won't you take me from this sterile place.
Im feeling sort of playground now. My brush is cocked and colored. The sounds are running rampant. The love it can only be discovered in me. . I wish theyd stop around sometimes.
Smelled you again today. The traffic breeze, it blows us slowly. Will I lay inside a hundred maidens?. Will I smell you again today?. . Hey there, God.