I've told tall tales most of them mine. I hold you in some sort of regard reserved for. I see your eyes they could cut glass the stare I'm caught in when walking through the room. through the room. Everyone says they've got to believe in something I'm out for nothing I need myself to believe in something it's better than nothing thats what I've had. I breathe you in like the stale of cigar leaf paper. I paid to wake her up by noon at best means daylight to you but it's civil distress. it's civil distress to me. to me.
