me, pulling out my Dick And Balls in the middle of a crowded T.G.I. Friday's: sorry, i am sorry, i am just up front. you can tell me to stop. some people think my dick and balls are good. i am sorry. give me a second chance.
[one week later to the minute]
me, being dragged out of a crowded T.G.I. Friday's with my trousers around my ankles: how was I to know
Too many pictures on my screen
And all of them are screaming at me
Thought I had this insulation
The only way to stop the flood
Whenever feelings get too real
Is to cut the information
We walk around inside each other
Visiting the empty rooms
Put me on, I'll put you on too
You knew I'd have to follow you
Because you saw I'm hollow too
But it's so nice being I too
Big! Ultravox! mood!
Marching across our own screens
Our faces form all our needs
The future's not returning
All bridges built for burning
How can there be anything wrong?
Aren't we the frozen ones?
One day I'll just erase the tape
Wave goodbye, and fade away
Get lost in the frost again
Leave the ashes of my face
At the bottom of your suitcase
Find a sunset, turn away
This is MY son. He graduated #1 in boot camp. He was awarded the USO award. He was #1 in A school. He is a gentleman who respects women. He won't go on solo dates due to the current climate of false sexual accusations by radical feminists with an axe to grind. I VOTE. #HimToo
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