I've told tall tales most of them mine. I hold you in some sort of regard reserved for. I see your eyes they could cut gla** the stare I'm caught in when walking through the room. through the room. Everyone says they've got to believe in something I'm out for nothing I need myself to believe in something it's better than nothing thats what I've had. I breathe you in like the stale of cigar leaf paper. I paid to wake her up by noon at best means daylight to you but it's civil distress. it's civil distress to me. to me.