Say to yourself 'Love, who needs it, I'm a wild-eyed loner, standing at the gates of oblivion, I'll get drunk and write poetry, I don't need friends, I have my genius, when I've drunk myself to death and left a sick stained masterpiece behind me, they'll be sorry', then have a half of cider and write a teen anguish poem.
A real blast from the past!
A real blast from the past!