Greg Zorko - Shia LaBeouf lyrics

walking back to my apartment at 3 in the morning listening to the first Culture Club album. holding my hand in front of my face. i feel like i am becoming a spirit i am seeing only flat colors, filling my eyeballs with chlorinated water. today i am remembering things out of order: almost crying at Steak N Shake. being fifteen years old. wanting to be possessed by a demon. being close to dying from a toothbrush. someone threw a piece of salt in my eye once. being close to dying from a piece of hard cheese.