that's when things get interesting...

imported beers, the sudden realization of the enormity of your own boobs, and "he ate my heart, then he ate my brain".

yup.

I reckon that's normal.

smoke and mirrors aren't what they used to be...

-M.A.H.

Every day is another face,

Every day is another fake across the street.

Every night is an alibi.

Every night is another lie in your eyes.

Is there a meaning in the makeup?

Is there a meaning in the makeup?