Half the day at the free clinic burning stars into sheets and miss my girlfriend. You're far away but you're messed up just the same so we wear uniforms to bore them away. Everyone I know, dear, has formed opinions. They're clear. A raging fire vs. a squirt gun. I've burned out a lot. Now a combination of stripes is what I've got. We're breaking up with the skeptics, let them go. But they don't have to talk so much, loud.