We drank for kicks and collected cocktail sticks for fun,
give me one good reason to stop and I'll give you five to four against.

We believed we were mainstream, but were just backwaters in a daydream and now I wonder why it began.

It wasn't my fault, but he slammed shut the door and pushed home the bolt and time goes so slow when there's nowhere to go because you've already been there before.

On the rock bottom when you find out how rotten the rich folk can be and you see life as an opera where the words are in Latin I begin to wonder who's batting for me.

In the future when this is past tense and makes some kind of sense, I might cry once again when I open my eyes once again to try one more time to feel something alive in me and not what has died in me.

It's never all or nothing, the area inbetween can also be as green as the other side, I think that's why I've tried so many times.