So I Shotgunned a Beer and Went Back to Bed

Why are my eyes always shifting away from everyone else's eyes? A minor case; major depressive. A fantastic film score. My father's bike; my weight descending, with nothing to wait for. Then I push my hair back. Then I mess it up. Then I bite my tongue from singing what you'll all say. "You swore that you would live your life without regret. Well, what do you wait for?" Melissa. I fucked up. I won't cut my arms off, that won't keep me warm at night. And I'll do my best to live my life without regret.