Wish I could remember that somber sober clover last November, you forever wouldn't have endeavored to be so clever with or without the rest of the best parts of all the tricky trends that banned your friends for this. I missed it, as you subscribed then scribbled the list out a thousand times to doubt the count of the trashed clowns from becoming the last to lie down like you just did. Forget, but don't forgive me It'll please me anyway with a little pocket change to play for a game. Feeling the way you want me to be is too easy for the sleazy cheesy feelings I deal to appeal to the feel of your real complacency. Ya, fuck the yields and the out-field. Gotta pump up the wheels before they peel away. Too late. FUCK ME! Call an Uber on the highway, they'll still get paid. Maybe, think of me peaking at eighteen when you pee, but actually get pissed. Again, all I do is miss each MIX! Still stare at the pics you share for anyone to care about ya anywhere.
