I could be wrong, on a number of things
But I’ve seen Stockholm & I’m enamored with it
Come test me, I gotta beat a machine
Reverse John Henry, getting hammered
Let’s go out, Imma be carded now
Come of age, bloody sound
Somebody cauterize my mouth
We grew legs first, tails the color of sea
So long sweet comfort, making landfall was hard
I love you…are you thinking of me?
If so, then me too
If you’re waking, sand all these boards down
We can place a house
Make a drink
We can put it down
Neat & all on the rocks
I’m no less confident
I just know less
When I think, all of it, coming down, well, hahahahaha
I could be wrong
Anyway it’s okay, I’m sanguine
No matter what y’all can say, I’m changing
How about You fess up, get moving
You are not less in love for losing
Do you feel good?
Do you feel it?
My skin crawls under y’alls grip
Ain’t it checking out time at the Hyatt hotel?
Are they making exceptions?
I just woke