Anti-everything

Life in Richard Rogers Doorways

I care nothing

Lives at the bottom of your strung out conscience

Mescaline

Take the day off, it's cheap for cider

I pay for sex in sleeping bags

I smell you on me

Phased out of your life

You're no different from me

I tell you anti-everything

Love him and hate him both at the same time

I care nothing......

.....find a place where you can rest

Your sleepy head and won't get pissed with me