I need this, I must have it right, it has to work, it has to be, as planned. Guidelines, steps and plans have died. The dreams I had were canned. Sold for a place in society's race.
I'd have to run to turn out first, I'd have to finish to quench my thirst. All I'd win would not be worth any more than the dreams I had before.
I love you in the evening, before you are hungover before you are strung out.