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Well, well, well.
I don't even believe in space.
I'll tell you what.
Break a heart.
Get yourself broken.
I wonder when I'll get mine back.
All those I care for.
I don't even believe in love.
If only I could walk to mexico.
They say I could die!
Walking like Jesus.
Jesus only walked 40 miles.
What a pussy.
I walked a quarter of that when I was 10
and I walked just about that when I was 17.
Only 3,000 miles down to mexico.
I fuck up so much.
All the person that I love.
All the nothing that I love.
All the every that I hate.
I just need to go.
Where do I belong?
Do I ever belong?