When a child my dreams rode on your wishes I was your son high on your horse My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric windy of course.
It feels quite cool in a mad way to be someone who skulks about in the shadows.
I need to listen to chill music when I'm driving. It prevents road rage.
He always accuses me of trying to look cool, I was like, 'everybody tries...
I think certain people like to torture me because they think I've had it...
