Moral Centralia

“You are weak, I am strong, and I've done nothing but lead you on,” she said. Drove around all night, stoplights were interminable, But I get along all right as long I don't have to interact With anyone else on a meaningful level, I'll be fine Because I don't want to marry my convictions, (not right now) When wicked thoughts come inter alia You wind up in Centralia; morally. Looking for a decent cup of coffee And try to meet halfway. It seems like I'm stealing your words But really, I'm just giving them back to you. Once again, it's all about me. And pride is not a factor, no. Once again, it's all about me. “You are weak, I am strong, and I've done nothing but lead you on and on,” she said. Feeling well into my cups already Just until my hands are steady The spins are setting in I swear I'll never never feel like myself again. I'd like to go back ten years And show you a picture of yourself now But I'm afraid that it might kill you then You used to be such a loyal friend Once again, it's all about me. And pride is not a factor, no. Once again, it's all about me. Then done by an inner-monologue: Once again, it's all about me.