Is It Ignorance Or Apathy, I Forget

There's A Little Bit Of Fruitcake Left In Everyone Of Us.

It's A Fine Line Between Saturday Night And Sunday Morning.

I've Always Found Drugs And Alcohol Somewhat Pedestrian. It's Like, I Don't Need An External Agent To Open My Mind. I'm Here, Conscious, Alert, Present. Why Would I Alter That?

Only Time Will Tell If It Was Time Well-spent

Oh, Yesterdays Are Over My Shoulder, So I Can't Look Back For Too Long. There's Just Too Much To See Waiting In Front Of Me, And I Know That I Just Can't Go Wrong.