Вершы: Cuban Cigar Crisis. Sourpuss. Titled.

This confessional
is no longer
therapeutic

It holds no solace
for me anymore

I can't drive anywhere
without you ghost riding
shotgun

you are never coming back
no matter how many times i write
your name in the sand

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinion drown out your own inner voice. And most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition."

Will there be a test on this or are we all ready taking it?

(Thanks to Charles for these lyrics)