The break will not release you, nor make it easy on you. The ache has come to beat you, the cake to eat you.
But that's a beautiful head of hair and a flawless set of teeth.
So how many hours are you working? How many people that you know died this week?
She maybe has a lazy eye, and maybe not enough to spend
But the special on the fucking assole comes with a side of boyfriend...
The new bruise or a pinch or two are swelling up to bury you.