thing is that im feeling distant string of bad moves strung me straight quite unpleasant and if the bad time got you contemplating your existence got so fat,broke,old wondering where the fuck the time went these were your ideas you brought the raw foundation you took from there's and his ain't no wonder no one understands what you meant so let the grief pile up side eyes they can pass me by wise be the boy let's the stress keep rollin off him while hes steady destined heading for those blue skies no I wont hear you grey cloud biffle mumble what's worse feeling better four letter curse make your stomach lurch so perverse mental image diarama disillusion for my figured figurines laxidasically leaving this solution messy mental boogie movement got you feeling like a jellybean focused on the movement