i gotta a feeling...

doo dee doo dee doo....

i warned you, didn't i? you won't like it if i did. you won't like it one bit. cause i don't know how not to go full steam ahead down the ravine. it's never half past six in weyville. so i guess there's nothing left for you to do but watch as i do the full monty for all and sundry to see. and if the mood suits me, i might throw a thong in your direction.

smack THAT!

something BOOMZZ you know

you should know by now i don't cope or deal
i rant and i vent
and i pay revenge
the course of action is definitely something
that you will rebuke and i will regret
maybe i'll break maybe i'll run
maybe i'll steal lie cheat or kill
maybe definitely i'll do something stupid
maybe we'll fix it
maybe not
right
now i don't really fucking care

i'm gonna make you sorry i lost a night's sleep

a roll in the hay is a roll in the hay, ho hey!

it's nights like these that make me wish that babs is just a door away and i can just pop over and skate my way to oblivion.

it's so tiring to keep convincing myself to be stronger than i actually am and to stick to my guns and to pretend the temptations are not... well, tempting.

maybe i did not think this through. (oh what's new!) maybe it's not right to deprive him of the very things that shaped the relationship. for without sex, drugs and rock and roll, what's left?

the question is, do i then return to the fall i climbed out of and once again roll in the mud to keep him company or do i toss and turn in insomnic paranoia that he's partaking in someone else's wares what i no longer offer. for a rose by any other name, would it not smell as sweet?

as i sleep in the bed i made, is he rolling in her hay, ho hey?