sprained foot. great job, flem.
bottles of wine and a good time.
third sick day.
sorry i’m a mess, sorry that i cried.
i wouldn’t be me if i never took a minute to hide.
thanks for being strong, thanks for carrying me to bed.
you’ll always be the best thing that’s ever entered this messed up head.
I just need someone to have a little faith in me.
I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.
both of which i’m craving right this minute.
I should not feel this alone on stage.
You know what this means: team heart to heart tomorrow.
Can I spend my days like this?
this is you and i.
When I get home it is surely time for yet another change.