Im not enjoying my work, but it pays the bills.
I have no love but it keeps me real
Reading Bukowski and thinking he really lived
I screwed up at work and now it feels surreal.
There is a girl I've met in Milan, i somehow got drown to her
And now it feels weird.
We talked, we hugged and somewhat kissed.
I had a naked woman the other day in my bed but i couldn't get it up,
I thought about this girl from Milan while trying to put a wobbly dick in that other chick.