You wanna go to sleep, you wanna get up, you wanna go out again tomorrow, right? Wherever you are in life, it's my feeling: you gotta go.
I need to dry out and take some time to clear my mind. But before you know it here I am again, fucking 2 o'clock in the morning, standing in a bar, with a drink in hand. How low can you go before you can't turn around?