Confessive, transgressive, I spilled my guts And no one's more surprised I kicked their butts Than I am, my sweet, for I'm really a coward And my boldness desperation-powered
Well I've not lived long but I've seen in my time The best sleep aid made is peace of mind & the best medicine a good night's rest & human contact is the cure for stress
Every day's a gift But does it have to be another stupid pair of socks? Just live another twenty-four hours Just scrape by another day Don't ask what the point is, don't stop to think