Things get damaged. Things get broken. I thought we’d manage but words left unspoken left us so brittle. There was so little left to give.
Work commute sounds like.
HEAVEN LOVES YA! THE CLOUDS PART FOR YA! NOTHING STANDS IN YOUR WAY……
Any time I search for a song I want to hear, you've already posted it....
You and I are united by an amazing or terrible taste in sound. For better or worse, we’re in this together.
Want and Need
I want a donut. I need to pet a dog.
So shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye, and sleep. Just sleep.
The hardest part is letting go of your dreams.
High on the booze in a tent paved with blood. Nine inch howl.
Brave the night. Chopper comin’ in, you hope.
You’ll be the first to go, UNLESS YOU THINK.
And when I hit, there’s nothing left.
This song is so heavy live. Also, a very important jam.
Work commute jams because the start of the work week warrants hatred.
I really want this but it’s been out of print for a long time. Fuck.