Jesus Christ, There’s nothing up there but the sensation of falling and there’s nothing down here but a sick urge to rise. I want to float to the top Be the cream of the crop,
It’s like two sides of a coin, heads you win and tails you just have to hit snooze, 2, 3 more times. Why bother? When the thought of getting out of bed
There’s something stupid in the way you smile, and I find that despite all the miles between me and you, and the piles of letters, you’re the only one I don’t know any better.