Drunk with the only saints I know

that's the usual theses days.  I know a few, and commiserate with them often. It's the only way to be in this town of perpetual Peter and Patty Pans. There's always something new right around the corner and most cannot or will not deny it. Go have it. Learn about it. Fuck it. Do not give a shit about it. 

Them's the rules. They disgust me. I want a girl to take away the heart ache. Make me breakfast.  I'll buy you anything. Brunch? Cool. It's Tuesday...