I like jelly on my toast. So sweet to some, but sticky to most. Don’t much fool around. I’d bet money on my boat. My boat is just so much better than your boat. Dripping down the walls of the cunt. Bleeding out on the sidewalk. Waiting for the bus. Trying to escape town. Public transportation’s got me down. C’mon, man, gimme a break. (No!) Tell me, that cunt really stank? (Uh-Uh!) Paying all the bills and I play with my children. Wondering what will happen to me while all the other things just keep on happening... to all the people in every other place I can think of and... I’m just laying here, feeling quite fatigued... and it feels so comfortable. Feels so much realer than it usually feels. As of late I’m having trouble acting like myself. Also, void of energy to act like them.