I’m good to go, and I’m going nowhere fast. It could be worse. It could be taking you there with me. I’m good to go. But it looks like I’m still on my own. I’m good to go for something golden. Though the motions I’ve been going through have failed. And I’m coasting on potential towards a wall at a 100 miles an hour. When I say two more weeks My foot is in the door (yeah) I can’t sleep in the wake of Saturday. Saturday. When these open doors were open-ended. Saturday-Fall Out Boy, ‘Saturday’ (because you have no how hard it is to pick one song, much less one key lyric. Too many of them mean too much to me, but this one has always stood out.)
When these open doors were open-ended. I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived. I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived.