she says the carpet's for sweeping stuff under she says you don't want to open the can who needs a naval if it's not for gazing? well i'm doing the best that i can
he's such a happy boy cries every time he drinks beer he thinks too much not enough don't leave me here cos i'm sick and i'm cold and i'm happy i'm naked and yours to devour but i'm not alone i always go crazy like that when i listen to winter i don't think i want to go home
he says you love her so don't let her leave you he says there isn't a question to ask no need to try to look into the future when you still haven't dealt with the past
he's such a happy boy cries every time he drinks beer he thinks too much not enough don't leave me here cos i'm sick and i feel like a cliche depressed and ecstatic at once but i'm not alone i would be embarrassed but shame was never my forte i think i had better go home
I can't make decisions any more i can't write easily as before