FORGIVE ME.

Welcome to a new competition.

Whatever I’m asking myself, not even a robot could do.

I can’t help myself.

Don’t you dare come and cry in my apartment.

I feel like cutting the breaks.

Can you take my naked pictures and keep all my secrets?

An appetite for all the wrong things at the right times. 

I have no strings but this controls me.

Geppetto has me by the neck, but I’d be Pinocchio if I said I didn’t love it.

With my heart on my sleeve, I’m making mistakes.

Leave me how you found me.

I bet you don’t feel very sober now.

I’m holding my breath till something changes.

We deserve a gold star for all these difficult situations.

These seroquel dreams are finally catching up to my psychotic schemes and I feel like I’m getting dinner a show.

You hate the club?

So do I.

Let’s get out of here.

I know a place where you’re a cut above the rest.