Happiness isnt found between lips or sheets- its just stored there for a little while. You're a package; cause someone is gonna some day rip you apart. You're a real star; cause they all burn out eventually. Take these troubled thoughts and hit the side walks. Sorry is what you feel only when you can't feel anything else. A placebo for whatever you were supposed to feel but fucked up. I swear the pharmacist must see me coming a mile away- he picks up the phone like he always pretends to be too busy to fill/feel my prescription. Lying under oath or lying under me; its the same thing anymore. And whenever there is a bridge in your words you will lie your way across it. You should change your location to somewhere in "denial" since you are drowning in it. And i know as well as anyone else- just because all eyes are on you, doesn't mean all ears are.