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.