Walking the streets at night
Hoping no one wants to fight
The only guide being overhead lights

It's been the same for three months
I've lost desire for modern wants
All I want to do is get away from these cunts

I've met a few along the way
Some that I still keep contact with to this day
And one that I hope can come sometime after May

Now that I look back
I wonder what made me lack
And where the two became under attack

I would only change on thing
Instead of sorrow, joy she would sing
And in WoW, she'd have tons of bling

All this passes through
And by this time it's already on trolley number two
After the third trip to San Ysidro I'll come to
Starbucks and Warcraft follow as they usually do