Recovery

Best of luck to he whose luck

Applies to they outside

To me

Of him

He's breathing out a lozenge

Its auspicious, the way she came home

She set it up, i saw it

With a tear, i knew

The pressure's on, i boiled

You planned it out

Wash your hands

Turn all around

Call your mom

Love her

Still, you never asked for much

Its a waste of time

Smoker again

Easy friend

Want it all the fucking time