Collapse corpse lean side to side due to the lack of patience of fun. Voices yelling in my ear, I'm falling out of want for you. Locks control this spring breeze I'm consuming as my daily choice of drug. I'm no longer young but my body mirrors the feature of someone who refuses to capture adulthood. Amazing how one strand of sand can change my course just like that. No longer addicted to sex but to the pleasure of these night owls. Chop these rocks up into pieces of lines of hope and I dare you not to want to follow these lines of hope.