boulevardier and a gin and tonic and whiskey on the rocks and a glass of water. because i'm wasted drunk from all the feeling. and i'm an asshole stumbling through front door. because i'm wasted ruining the evening and i'm an asshole stumbling through the door. once, on a walk, i saw a box of tiny people. they seemed a lot like you and me, they seem to like the simple things. now, on my walk, i just stare at my reflection because i'm wasted. drunk from all the feeling and i'm an asshole stumbling through the front door. because i'm wasted ruining the evening and i'm an asshole stumbling through the door. i've waited enough i've left it alone. and now i'm unsure i've never been sure. the food decomposes leaves a mess all by itself.