Year — a period of three hundred and sixty-five disappointments.
Something happens when your subconscious goes to work... That's why 'Sleep on it' is an adage.
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun.
— You wanna catch a beer?
— I can't. I gotta run a few errands.
— What? You don't want a beer? What's wrong?
— I... got the results back from the detective exam.
— You failed again? This is why I never took that test. All the anxiety and disappointment. At some point, you have to realize you have hit your ceiling and just give up.
I hope you never fall in love again
I hope you be yourself and lose your friends
I hope they call you out for shit you said
I hope you're miserable until you're dead
I hope you're haunted by all your regrets
I hope they fuck you up inside your head
You know I don't forgive, I don't forget
I hope you're miserable until you're dead.
Prepare for the worst and you won't be disappointed.
— Oh! That was amazing! How was it for you? Tell me everything.
— It was pretty anticlimactic.
— Yeah, well, welcome to humans.