Who's puttin' pickles in the pudding?
Who put their pencils in the trash?
Who's breaking promises I made to myself?
Wasn't I gonna sober up , and smoke less, and bathe, and pay my bills, and play, and write?
"How did I get so far gone?
Where do I belong?
Where in the world did I ever go wrong?
If I took the time to replace
what my mind erased...
I feel as if I'm here but I'm gone."
I should apologize to Sonic and bourbon and Camels for abusing them.
I'm gonna visit the checkbook. I'm gonna get reacquainted with the soap. I'm gonna clean this house. We'll have a party and mess it up. I will maintain my vehicle. I'll do some fuckin' sit-ups. I will live again. I should love again. I'll get new shoes. ...maybe a hat.
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