And we sink, and we drown, and what is lost can never be found.
Well these arms did swim, until the lungs pulled in.
Panic was lost in a deep understanding that you will see what is wrong with everything, what is wrong with you and me.
They make all the right reasons to fuck it up
You’re gonna fuck it up
I’m sitting on my porch, taking some resin hits while finishing up New Wave, and all I have to say is that life is a great thing to have.
Employed, unemployed; girlfriend, no girlfriend; Fresno, Modesto.
None of that matters.
I’m just happy to be alive.