There are some nights I hold on to every note I ever wrote Some nights, I say “fuck it all” and stare at the calendar Waiting for catastrophes, imagine when they scare me Into changing whatever it is I am changing into… And you have every right to be scared. Cos there are some nights I hold you close, pushing you to hold me Or begging you to lock me up, never let me see the world...
You try and add some measly Crawfish chips to your...
and the whole damn thing goes bonkers. Jeeze, can’t a guy catch a break?