Well, I listened closely to hear what the ocean would say. It read, "80 years of stagnance, as if it matters any ways". "and if at first you don't succeed, staple these words to your head before you end up like me". I don't exist, but I wish I did. The tule fog it carries on, it haunts my mind like when I was young. There are mistakes we cannot [bad word] even after we are gone. I don't exist, but I wish I did. I shed my skin in front of you, I swear I tried to make things right, but my sorry's won't stop my dreams where I crash my car every night. If we are all believers in foxholes, then it's not for me. You can ask around about how I don't believe in anything, and why the sun won't shine for me. Have you ever seen black eyes like these on anyone else? It's not hard to believe, and I think you'd agree I did this to myself.