Red tubes ***** up the few who choose to be blue they use shoe glue to fuse the souls of their shoes back together the weather channel channels whether or not we can handle the weather it's all for the better I compare myself to a rusty faucet I'm lost yet I've found all new meanings I'm still feigning for a cigarette but I figure, best be cautious with my desires I perspire working for hours looking forward to a shower followed by devouring my pillow with the back of my tired *** head