no cell phones in rehab

Sometimes life is like a party no one wanted to go to, but everyone came anyway - with broken glasses, red eyes, and a "well, at least we'll fall beautifully" philosophy. Everything is honest here: the fatigue from oneself, from other people's opinions, from attempts to improve that end in a new catastrophe and a new song. The world is burning, my nose is bleeding, and a strange calm suddenly comes over me - because, when you think about it, everyone ends up the same way. So why not raise a glass to all your failures and dance until the lights go out?