theres a budwieser can stuck to the floor theres mold on this old cold applecore theres a cigarette butt washing up on the shore theres a rock hard noodle I didn't notice before youre not coming around anymore theres a bruise on my brain but I dont feel sore theres a million in my wallet but I feel so poor I'd buy another one of you at the store I used up all of my love you used the knob on the door