like a barracuda with bad luck; I’m hooked on you. I can pretend I’m not, but that’s not the truth. my soul is old even though I’m full of youth. I’m full of shit without a clue or a fucking wisdom tooth. like diamonds that look and feel fake, the love I’ve had are great examples of how to make mistakes. I walk about now with a certain assurance like swimming in a lake.. because after love that’s fake, you can pretty much take… anything.