My brain is like a trendy low flow toilet it's gonna take a couple of flushes to get this bullshit down.
No shoulder to cry on so I flood my soul, a deluge of self loathing and regret knock around on the inside, on the outside I smile, laugh and tell the wittiest of jokes. Survival of the quickest. Nobody likes a dim flickering light.
Pavlov's bird sings a song and I become a creature of habit sinking slowly into myself.