while my fucking.
food dinner cools.
and I try.
to fucking forget.
we all make mistakes.
twelve steps.
into tall green grass.
and.
I am.
mad at you.
in Paris.
in waves.
but.
I have nothing to lose.
and.
nothing to gain.
like centuries.
and chopsticks.
game your year fear fire.
is done.
and.
I write this song on a paper bag.
I regret everything.
except everything.
except trying.
catch your breath.
take your time.
this was a goldmine.
so owl, owl, owl!
kidnap me.
in my sleep.