i got a feelin' that my gut reaction is bringin' you down and expectations of your pity social are starting to drown i can tell by your changing face you're wanting to shout and my lack of sympathetic notion is gutting you now... my god, friend what a mess you're in and how it comforts you it's a fine fix you've put me in and it tears me in two thought my words would be of someone else someone you once knew well, i could see how his familiar face had you confused my god, dear why'd you bring me here with so much to lose y'all's a house of cards on a tinder box and you're lighting fuses with a little truth and a little pause we can see affect if we can see the cause don't get it confused you are what you choose you're the one responsible for you my god, friend what a fuckin' mess and there's no helping you...more