After my fifth, everything seems a bit more blurry and I can't keep a straight thought for the life of me. All I can think is - Mission accomplished - over and over like a doofus. Good thing Sel can't read minds. That'd be pretty damn embarrassing...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside