yeah, you're too nice to everyone. THAT'S the problem, here.
if only sobriety were a little more acceptable... we'd all be rich, we'd all be fed, we could mostly stop working and maybe even find some time for love... yeah... yeah...
...yeah, right.
instead, let's regress. let's go back, let's travel the roads we swore we'd never travel again. yeah, let's go make all the same mistakes we made before, relive that stunning aftermath, swim through the wreckage when everything shatters and goes to hell. yeah, let's, let's...
...until the wind blows back in our faces, and the sails invert.
may all roads crumble and fall to dust.
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