If other people get away with it, then why not me?

Which describes how you're feeling all the time
Which describes how you're feeling all the -
Feeling all the time
There's this guy in the sky and he makes you want to -
Want to make you sigh, like the time
When you felt like you're feeling all the time
And you sighed at the cracks in the ceiling all the time
You said "I'm feeling fine" but it didn't really rhyme
It didn't rhyme, overseas
Which describes how you're feeling all the time
It...de...scribes...how...you're...fee...ling
Which describes how you're feeling all the time
When you lie that your life's unappealing all the time
But your lie doesn't rhyme with the word overseas
Overseas there's this guy
Who describes how you're feeling all the time
In his mind he can find how you're feeling all the time
From behind distant lines
Even straighter than his spine
Which is fine
Which is fine
And describes how you're feeling all the time

Ohoh, song lyrics as a post, that can't be good. Yet to be told however are the tales of the weekend so far; stories of me dressed as Peter Pan, Harry Potter and Elton John all at the same time, sock prostitution, lecherous old Danish women, drinks not meant to be consumed by man, text addiction, skanky cats, the bond men form in mortal combat, lightsabers akimbo, footwear hurled at walls, and the incomparably named Jimmy Floyd Hasselbank.

Later however.