yo I got to many attachments destroying the balance and the lovers leave like bandits and leave holes cover by bandaids i gotta stop choosing handmaids and listening to my padres they lead me down dark pathways just sitting here filling up ashtrays wheres my Anne Hathaway all these dreams I have I wish that my life was fab but here I sit in the lab heart broken on this henny I grab anyone could be my someone longing for that loved one maybe I'm just too stubborn sippin on some bourbon driving this suburban out of control I smash into a curb and my life ends all these dreams I have wishing my live was rad now I leave a empty lab life broken because of the bourbon I grab.