Palms are sweaty, knees weak, scope relief for
more heavy’s, there’s vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti, he’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud, he opens his mouth, but the words won't come out, he’s choking, how, everybody's joking now, the clocks run out, times up, over, wow.