My favorite song after my favorite song
Each line, yeah we sang along
Me and M
At a show for my favorite band
The band that played while I wailed
And smoked
And snorted and choked
And broke down on the floor
And sang and wrote
And ran around, jumped up and down
Screamed and laughed, they were the background sound
And his eyes were so familiar again
And on my waist, his strong biker hand
And standing there with everything I wanted,
I missed you

I can't hear **** and I love it