Whatever

hit to the back of the neck with coffee breath makes me feel something other than whatever, other than whatever. I know it's alright to feel dead inside, but it's not for me, alright?

Being busy doesn't keep me happy it keeps me sane. Less time to worry over [bad word] more time to avoid it. I know it's alright to feel dead inside, but it's not for me, alright? And I'll start caring when TV stops being so good, it never would, no it never could.