I don't wanna clear the cobwebs from my head, time will bring them back I bet. So if you hear me say that I believe in love, don't make me feel ashamed. I used to sing the saddest songs, and while in the meantime roaches used to climb my door falling back down to the floor. I used to read survival guides when my world was full of seven legged cats. But here I am with eight more lives, I'm ready for the good times, I'm ready for the good times, ready to get it on.
Now that I'm not alone
