kicking and screaming
You know how it is when it's summer, but sort of end-summer cos it's really far north, and you can feel things changing and you can't hold on to them and you pulled the old Dawson boyfriend switcheroo but you're not sure if you made the right call but you think so except now soon your rig-pig boyfriend is going to leave to go back to work on the rigs which is not only sad but soooo very strange to be sad about and you want to buy a home and you want to see your future in a puddle or an acid vision or some shit and your brother is in rehab and you keep having dreams about lynx and bobcats which must mean something maybe? and you're listening to Five Days in July and it's just right...
It's like that, here now.
What I wouldn't give for some classic old-time hugs and/or wrastling from classic old time friends.
I'm going to attend a b-day wall-kicker tonight and drink a 40 of Olde English and interview people about 'very important issues' and then i think everything will be great. For a little bit. Ya.
It's like that, here now.
What I wouldn't give for some classic old-time hugs and/or wrastling from classic old time friends.
I'm going to attend a b-day wall-kicker tonight and drink a 40 of Olde English and interview people about 'very important issues' and then i think everything will be great. For a little bit. Ya.