i get invited to parties by strangers.
people seem to like me.
i don't know why.
they don't even know me.
i am going to make D release my album.
i get asked about my life by strangers.
i tell them the truth.
they seem to root for me.
they are foolish.
i'm thinking of turning bad.
for real.
no one can stop me.
but i don't think i have the sand for it.