why am i still here? why do i still try and bother?
when will i ever learn to just get drunk and shut my fucking miserable mouth?
i wish that was me on the other end of max von sydow, so i could end things on a highnote. to be taken out by brewmeister smith, now that's how i wanna go.
when will i ever learn to just get drunk and shut my fucking miserable mouth?
i wish that was me on the other end of max von sydow, so i could end things on a highnote. to be taken out by brewmeister smith, now that's how i wanna go.
but that's just me. i'm still going to ask you to not die before i meet you.