Prologue

I'm not facing down, that's how I've been made

It's not what I do, that's why we have to go

Emotion in shells, with a lack of words

There's one thing I've noticed, your eyes tell me more

I'm not saying you are wrong

Just it's so fucking hard to make it right

This is going up and down, it's been a blast

Third time lucky, it's really not that surprising

Sleepless nights, light-headed some days

Mornings are made for smoking a cigarette