Don't Become The Thing You Hated

You know what i like about the Crazy 8's? nobody fucking reads it, so i can sit hear and whine my little heart out into the void and not give a fuck about much, the last few days have been right shite, culminating in last nights overly dramatic bullshit, i mean really how do you tell someone you don't really like them that much anymore? hence this beautiful song, of course don't get me wrong this applies to the author as well, i mean sometimes he wants to cover all the mirrors in his house so he doesn't have to look at the crumbling bits of himself, see sometimes he believes it might be best to cop a script, a teener, a 12-pack of PBR tall boys and some extra dosh to dial up a rent-a-date then head to the seediest motel he can find and spend some quality time getting low but what the fuck, it ain't that bad, there are many people out there who got it worse so shut your fucking mouth and get on with it... and like Hank, there are many things i don't want to become - a salesman, a desk jockey, a cop, a retail associate, but sometimes it's hard t get away from yourself even when you need to, so don't become... the thing you hated, that thing you hated, that thing you hated, the thing you hated...