get it together and bring it back to me
excuse me baby it just doesn't work like that. the hero always dies young. sometimes i wonder where all the passion went. drop dead can't live without it passion for living breathing eating speaking acting loving kissing yelling dancing sneezing smoking walking talking fucking smiling sleeping. i still have it. they want it. i get caught up so easily. it was just a look/smile/laugh/touch but that's okay. i like the shoes i'm standing in today.
yeah you know me