A win’s a win.
Twitter people take rugby league so seriously.
It’s my own design
It’s my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
Polished my shoes. I bought a brand new hat, moved to a town that time forgot; where I don’t have to shave or be approachable. No, I can do just what I want. I wanna walk in that howling wind ‘til it scatters all my thoughts. Sit all alone on the riverbank ‘til I forget that I can talk. Just listen. They say everyone has a choice to make, to be loved or to be free. I told you once I felt invisible and I guess by now you see, that what I meant is I’m not all there until I finally leave. Some loneliness is acceptable and some is just outright mean. It gets even. The ivy crawls up the garden wall, builds a ladder towards the sun. It can’t be climbed, but who’s gonna mind if I claim it can be done? Illusion. And the sun goes down, and the stars come out. The distance that I felt, I can see it for myself now. Await a train to take my memories back, make up for time that I have lost. I’ll never know if I’m delusional, I just believe that I am not. I’m gonna work for my sanity, give it everything I’ve got. Though so far I have cheated death, I know someday I’ll get caught. Just livin’. So here we go, man, it’s beautiful. Get your trumpet, get your drum. Keeping time in a second line, it can make you feel so young. I know you say you’ll go all the way, but that’s not quite far enough. Someone told me that same thing. Someone told me that same thing. Someone told me that exact same thing once.
It’s a red tide, Lester, this life of ours. The shit they make us eat day after day, the boss, the wife, etc, wearing us down, if you don’t stand up to it, let ‘em know you’re an ape, deep down where it counts, you’re just going to get washed away. Fargo 1x1: The Crocodile’s Dilemma