Changing Lanes

Booze and madness. I'm feeling it. Again, nobody believes me but the nonsense, it just makes sense. It's all about the soul deep down inside That's me. I'm in my head and I don't think I'll ever get out. And then suddenly he knew it was true, sometimes. He did drink alone and he is mentioned in the Abnormal Psychology textbook under psycho-derelict and possibly addicted to self-pity pretending not to be. Poor me. And one more thing, I would always rather be alone with the unknown where nothing really matters when you get right down to the bottom of it. And for some people I know the only way to keep sane is to agree with you and always eat spaghetti al dente.