Let's go. Sheesh. Let's go. I get tired of the no show. You get tired of my control. They keep telling me to let go. But I don't really let go when I say so. I keep giving people blank stares. I'm so different when you're not there. It's like something out of Shakespeare. Because I'm really not here, not there. I try to fight our energy, baby. But every time I think I'm free. Come on. Let's go. You get high and go on the regular. I get weak and go like a teenager. Why on Earth does God keep bringing me back to you? Just fuck you, baby. Don't get drunk, please. Tell that I'm over it. It felt as if I chose scripted kerene. Why on Earth does God keep bringing me back to you? Back to you, back to you, back to you, back to you. Back to you, back to you, back to you, back to you. Back to you. Fuck you, baby. I'm over it. Back to you. Back to you. Back to you. Back to you. Back to you. Back to you. Back to you. Back to you. Back to you. Every time.