liquid smoke replaces dinner i'm too lazy and i can't find the key to my mailbox
recap this dreary day and sarah mclachlan's singing to me the song that takes me back to the fireplace, too many cans of coors light and the chill of upstate new york
because the torture of my current status isn't enough for me because if i bring on my own demise, maybe i'll be worthy of love can it be everlasting, and transcend death?
god, grant me the strength to accept the things i cannot change...
it's only a matter of time before i'm flung headfirst into a crystal white room
maybe it would be better if doctors become my best friends, fellow inpatients become my lovers making out after lights out we all love eachother, because we all know how it feels
the simplest of words could have saved me
but i'll be bouncing from bed to bed, again the only difference will be that we'll all be sedated and calm from meds that, hopefully, will not decrease the libido