Jul 2016
You'll always yell "shotgun"
Begging someone to follow with "wedding"
But with every single shotgun
Only comes a pounding headache
Until it finally blows my head off
I only ever gave myself to be guarded
The only cocktails we share are Molotov
Yet I still don't regret what I started
Begging someone to follow with "wedding"
But with every single shotgun
Only comes a pounding headache
Until it finally blows my head off
I only ever gave myself to be guarded
The only cocktails we share are Molotov
Yet I still don't regret what I started
Inspiration from a conversation with a friend, as well as from a song that sticks in my head
