Guilty as charged, I’m quoting song lyrics again. But, but for good reason, well it’s reason enough in my head to warrant the name of good reason. Standing on the edge of impending doom, I count back the days to when I knew what I was doing. Oh wait, that was yesterday. Well, I’m counting back to something, something as in before I dug the hole I’m in. The hole I’m in that I’m really starting to like. Pending the confirmation of the fact that it’s alright
to be standing in a hole in the first place. Yet I am, I’m standing in this hole and dancing with the devil. Haha, I laugh because I love it. Ok enough with the hole theory.
Only sweeter, only sweeter. Yes he does taste like you, but only sweeter. Sweet and sweeter. Now that I’m confirming my own feelings of guilt, what do I do to appease these feelings? Apologize, cry and beg for forgiveness, sell my first born to the devil? Nahh, I’m just gonna go with it and continue to laugh at myself for an inexpensive form of therapy.
After all, what do I have to feel guilty about? Nada. You got it, NADA. So, as I charge ahead, remember. If you find yourself in a hole stop digging yourself out. You’ve got a much better chance at making it if you just dance with the devil. Six, six, six and dance with the devil.
And oh yeah, he really does taste like you, only sweeter.
