settling down is the hardest ******* part, and that's why leaving is my favourite start. i wanna pack my bags and head for the coast, the atlantic really does know me better than most; like that time when we were drunk in february, we dove right in together and it was legendary. but here i sit in my house at the base of the rockies, these ******* trying to drown me in their patriarchies. awaiting the arrival of the second of may, when i'll pack my bags again and move the **** away.