Morticiachair

by the time of my second car crash i got totally wired
like in the days i cut myself up with a razor-blade
oh nostalgia
lost myself in so many ways
i didn't know what to think of her
ah, maybe i think too much, i don't think so
fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears
it's only a variation
had long and boring conversations about nothing
talked so much i bored myself to death
and the more i talk, the more i turn into a vegetable

god i'm such a fool