On the dark desert road the cool wind in my hair
The warm smell of colitis is in the air
In the distance I saw a flickering light
My head got heavy and my vision darkened
I had to stop for the night
Here she stood in the doorway;
I heard a mission call
And I thought to myself
"It could be heaven or hell"
Then she lit a candle and showed me the way
There were voices in the corridor
welcome to hell, aka being my friend. (Btw I know it’s midnight I’m sorry if you are asleep)