in the city of weirdos, everyone is weird. you're an extra.

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin


So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go

I might have lost a nut
But that doesn't mean I'm nuts

They say I got guts
And that I couldn't care a fanny fart

Juicy details about me, does it need to be written?
When you have all the blog for you to read on

Enjoy it all while things last
Gotta catch up when time's going so fast!

P.S: It pains me to realize I suck at writing rhymes. HAHAHA!
At least I tried!