What are your plans this weekend? Are you free? See, I thought maybe we could play like the night after the day however many missing years ago at the Tiger Army show
Mercy, please, have mercy on me Hanging long as I have over you, might think I'd see death as it's coming but the braid binding my neck blew out my eyes and left me hanging blind, left me hanging years for you, as an idea whose fault? Whose fault is that?
The more I write, the more I understand I only write my worst ingredients