Black out. Wake up. Repeat. Self medicate. Self diagnosis. Enhance our looks, the hooks of all our favorite songs. Sung at our top vocal octaves. On top of our little world. This reclusive little town. Sleep some, sleep some more. Rent is due. I'm broke. No new job prospects on the horizon. Mom wants to "talk". Good, great. I know i've got a good head on my shoulders but what if said shoulders concur. What if they cave in and leave me helpless. I won't have a lifeline. I won't have a fallback plan. Then, I will be treading these waters with nothing to show for it. I'd hate to look like scum. Let's backtrack here, let's reverse the car and speed through the red lights. We can get all the speeding tickets in the world but at least we'd be honest. We'd be great. We'd be wonderful. And that's all that really matters in this world. Or so I'd like to think. So please, please just let me think.