people stop me on the street all the time and ask me why i talk to myself
my answer starts and ends by blowing them off and i grab another book off my shelf
bottom down sugarless
leaves turn brown sugarless
beautiful things surround me sugarless
with no one around it's sugarless
one foot on the gas pedal one in my mouth the words come out
but i keep keep stumbling racing down the highway got my face in my knees
the 7th one is sacred but i can't find the keys