This is my hour, I'm never going to bed. The sky is still black, but begs to be red. I just put my book down, but it begs to be read. I'm not nod, I'm not napper, never rest my head.
If I want to sit in and drink super tenants in the day I will. No-one's going to fucking tell me Jack. But can you rely on anyone in this world?. No you can't, it's not my fault there's wall to wall empty cans.