The yellow lines are beaten, so celebrate this a day we both believe
A warm black Wednesday sign said don't give up,
so celebrate this day we both conceive,
Believe it or not, this acting gem is the bad guy
But time is short, months are depleting, he's gonna die
I'm getting worse
Bubbles melt down the windshield, 'til you wipe it clean
Turn it off!
close your eyes or turn around, just don't look at the screen!
The huamn bird still singin', believe it or not,
from a gem braided with beads
A freezing Friday said don't hurt yourself,
but you can take this the heart I will not need
Not staring back into this pile of charismatic crumbs
The worse I get, the more normal I seem to become