your own fuckin best. friend. say that * with your chest. . keep moving like “what’s next?”. “yes, and?”. now i’m so done with caring . what you think, no i won’t hide. underneath your own projections
your own fuckin best. friend. say that * with your chest. . keep moving like “what’s next?”. “yes, and?”. now i’m so done with caring . what you think, no i won’t hide. underneath your own projections
projections. Or change my most authentic life. Boy, come on, put your lipstick on. (No one can tell you nothin'). Come on and walk this way through the fire. (Don't care what's on their mind). And if you find
(Bachman/Cummings/Matheson). . Projections under your black rims will hide you from the sun. And conscience keep you from the fact and the piece of mind you won. But bad news and paying dues
