No vocals yet as Pat's computer is being a little bitch.

Yacht rock, featuring my most forward and forthright vocal ever. I don't want to believe It's time for me to go I don't want to Walk through that door 'Cause I know if I go I won't be coming home I won't be welcome here Anymore We can try…

...You know. There.

Based on events from my work-a-day life.

Hoping it rains in the morning.

I mope about my problems, and then realize how insignificant they are compared to people who aren't as well off. And that my life is relatively excellent. Then I end up feeling really bad, but at least not whiny.

I mope about my problems, and then realize how insignificant they are compared to people who aren't as well off. And that my life is relatively excellent. Then I end up feeling really bad, but at least not whiny.