My glib references fall on deaf eyes
Beef jerky and testosterone won't save me.
When that <damn> spot reveals weaknesses
So, I soldier on
Comrades in arms
A tattoo to remind me:
That taste. That smell. That sweet debauchery.
I hope you'll join me behind the curtain
Ive been told I'm a grey-eyed apt pupil.
Why not drive that haunted car
Beyond teenage heaven?