I'm great, thanks for asking and flashing out a California smile I'd love to cut your throat now but cannot get a clearance to defile such a perfect brain fart or whatnot, I'm just preaching to your storm want to know how it feels like? come then, my sweet child of sacred corn. maybe I will cry tomorrow, maybe I will cry. oh how you make me feel like a roadkill that has never seen a road is this all I am now bilge water leaking out of your love boat? maybe I will cry tomorrow maybe I will try to kill myself just to see you cry never hurts to try