caffeine and sleep-deprivation the fuel gently feeding this unhappiness that's in my breeding, my moods are masks your jokes are antlers I'm your biggest fan I'm not doing all I can but I'm tired of my shortcomings and I take it out on you, how can I make up for shying from the shake-up, losers lead to breakups and maybe that's where this'll end up prolonging life, with oily hands my happiness I seek to embalm, my sweetest dream consists of this, a soft voice and a pair of arms, I revel in this thing so pure Too late! I'm wretchedly secure
