I got off the sauce and into a program. where people understood my problems and you know, cared. I got oh-so-right with the Lord and your pops, who apparently has a direct line to the Man and the Fuzz called me out and called them both up.
So I ran but I came back. you were there, came down and got under my covers.
Years went by like they do, you want my friendship and I want my dick wet, and the fucking Beatles can't sing those songs without me thinking of our car crash.
We said it was a shame that you loved me so much and that I took too much. Fuck me for wanting you still and fuck you for still wanting me.