Here I lay in a crashed car. No-one knows when I've left. Here I lay, staring at stars. But I know their just satellites. . The first aid kit. It's useless. It's too late. It offers no help.
There's something strange about the way the tap-water tastes. Making speeches for the walls gets harder with every phrase. . I woke up and everyone had gone. I woke up when the sun was setting. I
I've been trying to shape up. Shape up and raise hell. But it's so hard to wake up. 'Cause baby, I ain't well. . This is my head exploding from the weight of the thoughts inside. These are my th