You're Tangled Up in It

I feel free, but there's always some one like following me, waiting for me to fuck up. I never loked throug my keadspones, and then i did. And we've two minutes, forty seconds left. Wear things out with your daughter. She's ok. We're just trying a fun but at the same time, i wanti, you know, exposed to church, and i hate the tats. F the thing about my white sid,. doctorsthere's so many wonderful things fut but that's the big one that has caused us a lot of anxiety. It was supersuper weird circumstances. Like, by anyone's standards, you're tangled