I don’t wanna be alright. Maybe that’s what used to keep me up at night? Scared to death of normal life. White-picket prison, I think I’d rather roll the dice. The world is full of ones and zeros. More than anything, I’m just glad to be a weirdo. That kid could easily have died. I called myself out and I could’ve lied. I don’t wanna be complacent. Don’t wanna see another day spent sitting idly by, just the motions ‘til I die. Right now, if it were said and done, would you call yourself a zero or a one? The ‘X’ marks something else and this ship won’t steer itself.