You were one inch from the edge of this bed I drag you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead
This song always brings back weird memories.
The World is a Beautiful Place and I Will Go Slightly Out of My Way To Step On A Crunchy-Looking Leaf
Death has been far too consistent in my life.
Well, let me tell you, beautiful,
I’ve been there
believe me when I say I’m not afraid
of destruction, sorrow, fear or regret.
I heard the devil call me by my name
"We’ll lately I’m sick of listening to modern punk and I’m sick of all these fucking kids I got to know. All these shitty kids I’m supposed to know. I’m trying, I’m trying to make it through Becks Mellow Gold. I’m trying hard but you don’t see me anymore and I don’t care about you anymore. Not at all."