Texty: Mr. T Experience. Making Things With Light. I'm Breaking Out.

I was up all night she said bay bay bay bay baby what's in your eye well that's storm and that's stress and that's my my my my my migraine I'm such a mess I see the vultures of doom saying, "Dr. Frank, I presume." Wehn you presume you make a pres out of you and me I guess I can't suppress every little thing I can't calm down I don't know how I'm breaking out. Don't touch don't probe and lead me not into temptation 'cause I might explode Don't do anything cause I'm just way way way way waiting for a tragedy oo oo what's going on you don't belong girls can ride boys bikes but boys can't ride girls bikes facts of life and different strokes are coming on at midnight I can't calm down, I'm breaking out, I don't know how