I'm not hugging you no more because you hug back like a cactus. Out come rosy red cheeks and I'm springing leaks.
So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them. [4x] Trail off and disappear.
Kids grow up and they all have one. Suburban folk-lore. Legend of failure. A diamond in the rough polished up to be an immaculate piece of shit. I hope you make it.