From the beginning, we were always going to fail. We were the next thing that the world could not wait to tear down. Off balance in our own minds. Off balance in the ways we looked to everybody else.
We are difficult to understand. It was hard to make the simple plan work. Difficult, that's what made it burn. . You're a satellite. Around my heart. One million miles before the start.
You're not certain when you feel. Hurt yet violent when you deal. With how the world drags you along. You're not alone. . And nothing good was ever free.
I look at you. And that's a dancer drinking. What a mess. A drink record lipstick. You've made a joke. Do you hear me laughing?. Get out my face. Before I loose my patience.