"how worn and dusty, then,
must be the Highways of the world,
how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity!"
bad at making love
i think i've never made it quite at all
and i dress like a stupid stinking mess
i care what people think
i teeter on the brink, and i fall off
hooked on drinks and nasty cancer sticks
i'm bad at making friends
alone in my apartment that i call my department
cause it's a depressing apartment
the devil knows me well,
he's guided me through several living hells
it's ironic that i'm becoming slightly thick
as i fade away, i fade away
my name is kaitlyn courtney
no questions. no excuses and no lies.
