oh i love the dude that talks too much
i really wanna keep it up
I'm drinking till i break a glass
I'm sweeping in the dark
the days are getting funny
it's hard to look at sam
it's hard to tell the truth sometimes
i hide under the covers
the waking mind is not enough
my sister writes her dreams
i can barely see the edge
my scaffolding put to the test
my appetite and sleep compete
I'm just like all the rest