I've been thinking about something that's been driving me so crazy lately. As the winter closes in, I feel a panic all around me. It occurs to me that we do not agree on almost anything anymore. But when the prize of pride is up for grabs and this is "this" or that is "that", there's nothing left for me no more.
Ah, but everything is fine if the credit line's not ringing. I've lost my mind over every imitation of a good thing. It's just gone bad. It's such a shame.
While you talk about your soul, my back is aching like a pro. Then you turn on your politics...casting them stones out in that raging sea.
Everything is fine just as long as we are winning, but knowing who we are is such a different game.