It's alright. Don't be afraid. You gotta keep dreaming in the bed you made and if it tastes like shit, well, it beats sleeping rough on the floor.
You keep saying that my head's locked up in the clouds.
I keep praying that the lord won't slow me down.
I'm tired and I'm sick, got a habit that I just can't kick. I Feel hungover and I'm all in love. Let the lights go down. Me and you are gonna shoot them up. • Free Fuck
Rebel Without A Cause.