You Son of a Bitch!
My ears bleed.
Faces need a push.
I'm just trying to get off the floor before I puke.
I know, indignant.
At least I didn't cristen your shoes.
My eye's struggle to breathe.
I lie and say I'm fine.
It's believeable because I haven't killed anyone yet.
The music's just too loud.
I met the mirror drinking my lies and
I beat his ass when I found him in my liquor cabinet.