the dry air lightly holds on to me i stand stoned stuck.. i go out every night with a bottle in my purse..i go out every night sleep all day in my bed all alone and i go on with my night forgetting and telling myself to never remember you are my worset memory...because of you i can go on knowing i deserve better so keep it all away this my reminder to tell you to fuck off.. tired of always trying and never getting any results so please ..go away.