Be sure about yourself
In hell it’s all for nothing
Get lost and come back in the morning.

Be sure there’s no ring in the morning
Who can I tell my history
Probably who “I do” in the wedding;
please she my one time wonder
No blinding in my loving.
It’s the real deal, count my loving.

My boundaries are more what my companions’ thinking,
Shes feeling guiltys’ thought process
He said let us cross our eternal boundaries.

All pure thought corrupt
Well ****
Can I get a clean state
from the paper bag test we slip.
Time in coming,
whip still relevant coming soon uh.