Give my regards to the ring, the sound that develops the beautiful things. The chime sounds as I walk into the bar. I'm greeted with Joy as I hear the jukebox sing, I need a drink or some money or something, but give me a few moments please. I'm hunched over bad time and I've reawakened useless feelings, I've got money that can knock away the darkness or something, but at least we can say we are kind of free. I've senses this a long time ago, a fearful feeling of losing all of your hope. Fuck, I wish I was healthy.