I can't confirm how drunk I was when I wrote the following, I'm sorry.
This isn't working out
This isn't me
I see all there is to see
And it lead you to me
The desert stream
the Shangri la,
The atmosphere
Across the sea of awful
I take three
To see his face
To see his fee
You know it and I know you
You take the fools path each time
And that is how you met me.
