appear distracted the only way to move on so much to flee from lets call me bitter and old 250 milligrams of escape more weeks of tv as someone forgets my name a brand new diet a weeks vacation i saved i'd better settle for settling in you'll see me happy when all the bastards are dead when counting heartbeats means i am still alive
and all of a sudden this insight crashes down i'm all out of memories they somehow wore out
who watches watchmen? who takes control of your life? so much to choose from that i've got no choices left stay well-behaved and be good looking when you mourn all with a surface but certainly no within talk of progression no matter how hard you try this disillusion will most likely get you too you'll see me happy when all the bastards are dead when counting heartbeats means i've not given in