Guilty pleasures at best
gouge the floors of our chests
this the only vestige left Next time will be better I guess
When I'd be alone
Happy Alone
I'd be alone
Happy alone
Call what you want
and I'll be alone
To presuppose this precipice
could be climbed by anyone of us
that was my misjudgment
I guess I best just shut and and face that
I'm not one too
Be three-fourths sore
When I crave a split lip
I get it quick
I'd be alone
Happy alone