We're Barely Half Way There. You're Stretched Out And Clamped Around Me. I Don't Think There's Drink At Home. You Make A Little Snore And Shift. Just Keep Your Head Down There. You Sleep, I'll Give Directions. I'll Use The Private Miles To Plan Some Tactics And A Gift. I'll Move Around You, Attack And Surround You. She Talked Me Back Inside - Thank Fuck Our Friends Are Nosey. Any Reaction's Good - It's A Stupid Way To Make Me Say It. Did We Go Far Enough? Did It Just Serve Its Purpose? If Words Are Still A Problem I'll Cut It Out And Let You Weigh It.