Standing in the middle of nowhere, wondering how to begin. Lost between tomorrow and yesterday, between now and then.
Taken everything I've got, all I've got's this sunny afternoon.
The soul needs attention like the body needs to breath.
Take a look around, there are misfits everywhere.
Oh, demon alcohol, sad memories I can't recall.
If after two weeks you still can't write your middle-eight, the best course of action is to see a psychiatrist