And I feel for you, as I feel for life. Washed away, over tired, drained of everything of worth. And as you run away from my embrace, I know you need escape. And you grew up too soon, leaving behind childish dreams. Now it's Hookah pipes and sex machines. Forgotten nights spent at a club, as you hang your head over a toilet bowl. Broken promisses drip from your lips. Whiped away by a stolen t-shirt.