It isn't fair to mention, but it awes the crowdYour fictional, plastic alibiSo take another hit, steal another lineDid you ever meet a leech who was good at goodbyes?
When you were down I always picked you upWhy didn't I recognize that everything was never fine?I'm kicking myself that I shared spit with youSo fuck yourselfAnd fuck this bleeding heart of mine
The ride's over, did you enjoy yourself?The ride's over, fair thee well
Wiem, że nie ma to najmniejszego sensu. Prawić kazań. Pisać pożegnać.
Ale to chyba naprawdę ostatnia przejażdżka. Dobrego życia.
