Only if she was lyin’ by meThen I’d lie in my bed once again
God damn it.I’m not talking about my heart Like it’s something you could break.There’s no convincing youI’m not sick.
Finally on Spotify.
Work photo shoot jams.
Leave the rest at arm’s lengthJust roll over, boy, and don’t make me do thisLeave the rest at arm’s lengthI am armed to the teeth and I’m heavy-set.
Gonna take so many naps on the couch. Starting now.
This band, guys.
I can think little better than
sitting on the roof watching the
distant oncoming storm
slowly tower higher and higher
above the monoliths
and wondering if anyone else
loves the sweet
electric burn of ozone