It may be wild and reckless, and it may be a risky bet. So when the end seems near, you can shed your fear. ‘Cause I ain’t hit bottom yet.

And I guess I’m not surprised. Time disappears before my eyes, and it was expected.

No more gray skies for me, NO! I’m movin’ to California

I know the norms have been strained and I can’t conceive the morality now.

Wake up mistakes—your whole life is just a shade of gray. Just go away. Mental earthquakes—your whole soul is shaken to its core.

Used to be a time leaders would give direction Now I feel that I have lost all my connections.

Rosemary and sage and power and rage. You want to learn more so you turn the page. Was it worth it to you?

Open doors just tempt closing it always happens. More and more I’m supposing that it just happens.

Wrapped in self-disgust, lies, booze, deceit, and lust. The truth, though, if you must, it’s not important.

I guess this should have been expected. Things always happen to me. All the dots have been connected. You are the picture I see.

A forever friend gone away with still more left to say.

When you spoke, tell me did you choke? A silent synergy. I can’t speak if you can’t speak.

He’s got dreams and he’s got fears. His dream car is a red Ferrari.

And in distant trees, requiems and melodies remain. Retorts in rhapsody, feels like I’ve been in here for days, and days, and days.

Let’s all be drunk and old folk Irish sing songs. Drunk be all, hey sing song any we old.