Sleep?
Yeah. I remember him. Sleep and I used to be best friends.
Those were the days.
Back when I didn't care about life.
Back when I lived the carefree life of a hippy pothead sober...
Back when things weren't dragging by as if a wounded animal crawling and whining and crying waiting to die...
E to the M fucking O
Those were the days.
Back when I didn't care about life.
Back when I lived the carefree life of a hippy pothead sober...
Back when things weren't dragging by as if a wounded animal crawling and whining and crying waiting to die...
E to the M fucking O