Know What I Miss?
I miss absolutely rocking the fuck out. Granted, I've not had many opportunities for it in life ... too busy being an honor student for most of it. On the handful of occasions upon which my band managed to rock out, though, it was most worthwhile.
What I wouldn't give for Jeff to have not smoked himself stupid.
What I wouldn't give for the other Jeff to have not gotten married.
What I wouldn't give for Archie Retro to be completely unencumbered (not to mention uncucumbered).
What I wouldn't give to still be on good terms with Josh. That boy could pluck a bass.
What I wouldn't give to play ONE MORE FUCKING SHOW. One last caress, if you will.
That handful of occasions on which we got to rock out ... they define the only memorable period of my life that I wouldn't mind reliving.
What I wouldn't give for Jeff to have not smoked himself stupid.
What I wouldn't give for the other Jeff to have not gotten married.
What I wouldn't give for Archie Retro to be completely unencumbered (not to mention uncucumbered).
What I wouldn't give to still be on good terms with Josh. That boy could pluck a bass.
What I wouldn't give to play ONE MORE FUCKING SHOW. One last caress, if you will.
That handful of occasions on which we got to rock out ... they define the only memorable period of my life that I wouldn't mind reliving.