Well, I hate my writing. It's all the same. But it trips like posture. My head just hangs. . And I hate myself, man. But who's to blame?. I guess I'm just see-through.
Stopping to think. I got you in mind. Stopping to think. Startin' to drink. I got you in mind. Not just the good times but everything. Well come on. It's gone on way too long.