If I try out and I make it, should I bail or play it fake? How deep should I look into things? What kind of chances should I take? In a world of new additions, f** yeah I've made some bad decisions. Somewhere along the feeling grew up, who'd of thought you'd show up? I pulled in to a new driveway last night and I think that I could get used to it. You fool, square tool, think of where you been, all the sh** you did, and how you never really got used to it. It only takes you but a little while. A strange attraction to a smile. Until old exploits are explored and it starts to feel like work. I have been I'm a dick cause I scratch when I itch. I can't let go. It's safe to say I get in, I get out, and you shouldn't have to get used to it.