la-la-lame asses so assumptive of the road to recovery, 
just another bad phase to reconsider years, reach for 
something eventually the beauty of all this is the 
tragedy clinging to an impractical face, it's all i'd 
done it was my goal...towards something, alas. these 
waters are full of floating turds we hang over, we hang 
around, it's time to jump, it's high time to drown, sleep 
with the fishes, bridge the gap to all these wishes and 
sink