And when I get bad I usually sleep for days on in
or
Go on some wild spree of running the town night and day
Looking for my sanity in the stars.
And burning
burning
burning
like a gasoline on a house fire, but hell, losing your sanity makes for fabulous poetry.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
And when I get bad I usually sleep for days on in
or
Go on some wild spree of running the town night and day
Looking for my sanity in the stars.
And burning
burning
burning
like a gasoline on a house fire, but hell, losing your sanity makes for fabulous poetry.
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