A hit to the back of the neck with coffee breath makes me feel something other than whatever, other than whatever. I know it's alright to feel dead inside, but it's not for me, alright?
Being busy doesn't keep me happy it keeps me sane. Less time to worry over s*** more time to avoid it. I know it's alright to feel dead inside, but it's not for me, alright? And I'll start caring when TV stops being so good, it never would, no it never could.
Being busy doesn't keep me happy it keeps me sane. Less time to worry over s*** more time to avoid it. I know it's alright to feel dead inside, but it's not for me, alright? And I'll start caring when TV stops being so good, it never would, no it never could.