This is it. It's my life. I can take it. I can take it now.
I can take it.
I can take it.
I can take it.
I can take it.
Back stranded on this island again. Keep seeing you everywhere again, yet ever so violently. Blue streetlights. Neon car lights.
Somebody thought the ginger tea was bourbon. I wished it was.
I'm so tired, so tired, so tired, so tired, so tired, so so tired, so tired.
But this is it. My life. I'm taking it back.
