la-la-lame a**** so a**umptive of the road to recovery, just another bad phase to reconsider years, reach for something eventually the beauty of all this is the tragedy clinging to an impractical face, it's all i'd done it was my goal...towards something, alas. these waters are full of floating t***s we hang over, we hang around, it's time to jump, it's high time to drown, sleep with the fishes, bridge the gap to all these wishes and sink