la-la-lame asses so assumptive of the road to recovery,
just another bad phase to reconsider years, reach for
something eventually the beauty of all this is the
tragedy clinging to an impractical face, it's all i'd
done it was my goal...towards something, alas. these
waters are full of floating turds we hang over, we hang
around, it's time to jump, it's high time to drown, sleep
with the fishes, bridge the gap to all these wishes and
sink