I don’t really think. I think that’s my problem. One too many drinks and I’m blue in the face like Zoe Saldana. Now I’m at options, and I pick my phone up. I start dialing numbers I know that I shouldn’t because I’m caught in the moment. You are my baby, let me show you.. up all night, you are my folders. Best part of waking up when I’m hungover is you on my arm, you-you on my arm. And the truth of the matter is that you are the bomb. The truth of the matter is you are the bomb.