Apparently there are fireworks over the bridge that I can see from my hospital window, and I'm curious.. I am curios how they'll look now that everything is so dark.
Cancer rolls around here gently as a tumbleweed, we roll our bloodshot eyes at them and they keep on rolling.
We really forget what life's about, I can't remember the differences.
We're getting stuck inside the boxes we create, who gives a fuck when all the toxins are the same? I guess we're picking our casket out, I guess we're all just getting stuck inside the boxes we create, so drink up, drink up 'cause all we ever get is a taste.