It started so innocent,
A way to get ahead, get some head, hustle that bread.
Then got over again
Under-fed, oh the dread – the shakes, the anger,
Where to go, who to call,
(Gotta make that connection
Make that connection)
What to do when i can’t wrap my hands around
My favorite piece, mirrored ideas, oh those fine lines are just so. . .
What to do when you’re all through?
What will you be without it?