PLEASE DON'T PANIC, PRETTY LADY.

Everybody's working for the weekend.

Later, losers.

It's a small town without you
It feels cold, it's creepin'
I'm moving on, I look ahead instead

Spirit divide, drift alone
I waved her goodbye, I carried on
Dreams pass, my black dress
Folded on a big mess
I'm changing my next flight to Paris

Need a ride?

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE FLOWERS.

We all have our nights though, don’t be so ashamed.

I’ve had mine, you’ve had yours, we both know.

WHOEVER DROPPED THE R KELLY BOMB,

Rude.

What are you trying to do to us?! Geeze.

Sentiment's the same but the pair of feet change

I know my words will dry upon the skin
Just like a name I remember hearing
Wild winter, warm coffee
Mom's gone, do you love me?
Blazing summer, cold coffee
Baby's gone, do you love me?

Wrap me in your arms
I can't feel it but
Wrap me in your arms
I can't feel it but

Get up, get down
Get up, get down
Feel the turn of rotation and stop
See the next one waiting
Get up, get down
Get up, get down
Get up

OR SO THE STORY GOES..

WE MAKE OUR CHOICES AND THEN OUR CHOICES MAKE US.

And everything is shit right now.

And everyone is shit right now.

And I'm shit right now.

So, goodbye.