champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends. you don't know it hits you until your face turns blue and you only notice in time because you check your reflection that often. checks and balances. balance one life next to another. the game of life. board games. get a fucking clue. fuck with a life when you balance on a board over shards of glass you broke with your ugly blue face and it's going to hurt when you fall so get drunk already. i'm throwing a hermit party. social butterflies need not attend. multi-colored box and bubble paths from start to pass go to jail to finish and what the fuck does it matter if you're on baltic or pennsylvania. as long as you look good and it doesn't matter how many hearts you break along the way as long as yours holds together. fake is as fake does and fear reeks what fake was when you walked your high horse through my corral of caring. but i've got a train on a railroad full of ninjas and we're taking off to somewhere you'll never be because you don't want to fill that pathetic thing that is yourself because we're all basically pathetic no you want to fill something greater and better and be greater and better than everyone fucking leonardo dicaprio style but he jumped the shark with hanson in '97 so this conductor is taking a drag off reality and getting the fuck out of here.