26st in Hey, buddy, got a light?

It’s finally happening, my memories are beginning to blur.
It’s like the patterson film.
They’re all grainy and shit and there’s no sound.
This is no cause for worry, incase you were worrying.
I know you do that.
No, no, it’s quite alright, I appreciate your concern.
It just means I’m growing up into a mature young man and soon I’ll be prettyful butterfly and set fires because no one ever suspects the butterfly.

I don’t want it. Birthday go away. Monster go home.