Every finger in the room
is pointing at me,
I wanna spit in their faces,
but I'm afraid what that might bring.
Got a bowling ball in my stomach
and a desert in my mouth,
figures that my courage
would choose to sell out now.
is pointing at me,
I wanna spit in their faces,
but I'm afraid what that might bring.
Got a bowling ball in my stomach
and a desert in my mouth,
figures that my courage
would choose to sell out now.
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and nope, the frame is still red for me, it didn't turn blue. blaugh
And for some reason... the lyrics to "Hotel California" are playing in my head... how ... ominous? gonk
"...And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face..."