I had a silver dollar, I lost it to the breeze. I don't mind, It didn't help me to breath. You always say recover, always say you will, anarchy won't set you free, but i am through rehearsing all these lines i've been prescribed to find success. I am through rehearsing. I am through.
Oxygen, you take for granted. Mr. high end man, you're all alone. Mr. nobody's home, cut the ****.
words fer a song: https://soundcloud.com/birdsinflight-1/missed-connections-bobkatz-demo