I really was born at 929 a.m. on 929. You think I'm lying, but I'm being dead serious. Okay, I'll prove it. They said, don't meet your heroes, they're all *** weirdos, and God knows that they were right. Because nobody loves you, they just try to *** you, then put you on a feature on the B-side. And who do you call when it's late at night? When the headlines just don't paint the picture right? When you look at yourself on a screen and say, oh my God, there's no way that's me. And I quit smoking, well recently I tried, and I bought another house, and I never go outside. And I remember this girl with pink hair in Detroit, well she told me. She said, Ashley, you gotta promise us that you won't die, cause we need you, and honestly I think that she lied. And I remember the names of every single kid I've met, but I forget half the people I've gotten in bed. And I've stared out the sky in Milwaukee, and hoped that my father would finally call me. And it's just these things that I'm thinking for hours, and I'm picking my hair out in clumps in the shower. Lost the love of my life to an ivory powder, but then I realized that I'm no higher power. But I wasn't in love then, and I'm still not now, and I'm so happy I figured that out. I've got a long way to go until self-preservation. Think my moral compass is on a vacation, and I can't believe I still feed my *** temptation. I'm still looking for my salvation. Soft and slow, watch the minutes go. Count out loud, so we know you don't keep them for yourself. Watch the minutes go. Count out loud, so we know you don't keep them for yourself. I feel like I have a confession to make. I need to say that I was reborn in 1926. I saw my birth certificate, and I'm a liar. And I'm a *** liar. Soft and slow, watch the minutes go. Count out loud, so we know you don't keep them for yourself.