I might wanna stop drinking. What were we talking about? My body won't tell my mind what I've been thinking before it's outta my mouth. The minute I get upset, that's it, it's over. I'm already outta the room. Why can't I just forget that? I'm breaking my own rules, becoming someone else. I'm thinking I can't move if there isn't somewhere else to go. I've probably made mistakes that I've forgotten. It's all ambiguous now. I'd be willing to take the shape of what you wanted. I could just figure it out that I'm breaking my own rules.