Come together like a foot in a Only this time I think I my foot in my mouth. Thinking loud and acting in vain. Knocking over anyone that stands in my
Sometimes I need to apologize. Sometimes I need to admit that I right. Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut, or say hello. Sometimes I feel I'm walking alone.
on eggshells on my old stomping ground, yet there's really no one left, that's hanging around. that another familiar face? Too drunk figure out they're fading away.