It's Up To The Reader To Decipher

She Wants To Believe My Excuses So Bad. Every Time I Lie, She Wants To Believe Me So Much.

But They Were Wrong. There Was A Reason.

Everything Seemed Good, But I Knew It Had The Potential To Be Awful.

A Lot Of You Cared, Just Not Enough.

Half Of Them Kept Repeating My Name, Trying To Get It Right, While The Other Half Laughed. But They Were Harmless. Fun Drunks Make A Nice Addition To Any Party: Not Looking To Fight. Not Looking To Score. Just Looking To Get Drunk And Laugh. I Remember Those Guys. Like The Mascots Of The Party. "clay! Whatcha Doon Here? Bah-ha-ha-ha!