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.