bad music
bad music
good music
bad music
who you're with
who you're not
who you're not with
who you're with that wish you
were not with and who you're not.
The train likes to run and she does and she do.
Presents. Presents. Presents and tree scent and
lights and lights and sometimes sunglasses
at night. No one knows. Them and know
one knows a good time can can
given the chance to develop.
One day,
one god damn day,
be whatever the fuck you want
without worrying what tomorrow
should not bring
if everyone
had a sense
of humor
and a jizz cup of grace.
