Missing you was like second nature, watching you and so many layers.

If we try to retrace, would it show on my face?

Now all that’s left behind, is something to remember me by.

Happy birthday, Johnny, wherever you are.

I could tell you that people look good in the end, but why? Why would I?

Tartáro es un barbáro.

I just wait around to hear from you.

Pills to wake, pills to sleep, pills pills pills everyday of the week.

You’re just a stupefied dove without love.

I fear the fear of consequence.