I left highschool, and lost the will to live, and here I am
I had a dream last night. A big red haired mosquito in tight pants was hovering over me sucking money out of my wallet
We could always look at the poor people who were less fortunate than us and feel better. Well, let's find a mirror.
That 8 track is to today's stereos what a girlfriend is to a wife. An earlier better version
