this is starting to look a lot like meand since i’m no good at painting this portraits made ofhair and string and little things that all remind meexactly how inconsistent i can bethey say the heroes sink into the sunwell the villains have all the funand you know me i never sleeptheres only one crowd that will stay up with melately i havent been able to get a hold oftoo many drugsso instead i went andfell in love with a girl that has yellow hairwhich reminds mesummer is fleeting as this will beoh in this kind of summer heatyou’ll catch everyone whisperingso under your breath sing alongcuz it looks like the cowards wonyea it looks like the cowards have won