So, I'm drifting thru this life, pretty as you please

Nothing ever seems to make sense when I try to make sense of it. But when I let go of trying to control it all, it all makes perfect sense

go figure

I'm in love with love, and lost with lust, and screwed when trying to screw

the only time things work out is when I dont know what to do..

everything has an odd way of working itself out, in the end.

the times that i think i should break are the moments when I find myself in a bend

Back in the day, It was all about not yielding. And now I know nothing's more vital than a friend

Drunken bs NOT aside, i'd like to invite you on this ship for a new journey dawning...