I've become this bitter jaded man, but you made me this way. My only refuge is this recycled weekend, every single party's the same. So i'll sink inside this bottle my only source for social interaction. As I repel all these beautiful women with my every word and action
Chastise myself mid sentence, before I convey my lack of thought
Are you turned on by this nonsense? Yes, do you think that my complaining is hot?
Cuz I could ramble on for hours and not say one thing. But I'll comfort you with curse words as I continue to drown myself in drink.
The prohibition has been over for 70 god damn years yet this is still some fucking achievement so revered here. So fuck off, with your pedestrian accomplishment. I wonder where all the interesting people went.