Show me that I'm everywhere and get me home for tea it's all too much for me to take

Is this a -- what day is this?

















Everywhere it's like what you make for us to take it's all too much.

betsy is home. where she started this fucking thing.

I feel summer creeping in

... and I'm tired of this town aga-a-a-aaain.






















(I'm throwing rocks tonight; I guess Betsy went to the recordsmith got herself some other records besides the damn Beatles.)

God knows I want to break free

that's all i got, really.

more of the same. yada, yada, yada; life sucks... (i mean, and, it really really does...)

gotta find a thing. cunt. planet. breukelen kinda happiness.
















yarn.