I should lay around and curse the day
That I fell upon your sword.
'Cause I'm a poor boy
And your smile is a drug
That I can't afford,
Any more.
You're a tongue-tied talker with sleepy eyes
That always gets the last word.
You're not broken.
You're just tired and it shows.

When you're done acting tough
You only take two and a quarter to get fucked up.
And when you say you're in love
You just sound like you're giving up.

When you're done acting tough
You only take two and a quarter to get fucked up.
And when you say you're in love
You just sound like you're giving up.

To say I'll be all right would be a risky bet
'Cause I'm about as good as I'm going to get.
These chains are tight.
And the courage that I showed
Left a long time ago.
Just so you know.

When you're done acting tough
You only take two and a quarter to get fucked up.
And when you say you're in love
You just sound like you're giving up.

When you're done acting tough
You only take two and a quarter to get fucked up.
And when you say you're in love
You just sound like you're giving up.

Patrick Park - Your Smile's a Drug

That song is a drug. Jesus. Posting lyrics in hopes of driving it out of my head...and that ain't gonna happen. Oh well. Wanted to type into this thing for a bit, so I am.
Woke up today, finished an article on an entomologist. Then wrote what could possibly be considered one of the greatest columns of all time...a column on Mr. T.
You wish you were me.
It will run in Monday's issue of the Central Florida Future. Yep.

I think I'm done typing for now. My chest is trying to implode.