If you get too far inside, you'll only see my reflection. It's always best with the covers up. I'm the pick in the ice. You know? We're friends until we die.
It's always better on the outside
It's always best when the light is off
Fifteen blows to the back of your head
Fifteen blows to your mind
( I've got the smell of local man, who's got the loneliest feeling)
Paranoia? Are you climbing up my walls?
