Please don't stay in touch.

Are you alone, boy?

All of those lies, compounding through time

But you always end up on the floor, wasted.

What makes you think you're something special when you smile?

Shit, if this is going to be that kinda party, I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes.

I don't need to sell my soul.

You thrill me again.

A big old ominous cloud in my periphery.