Open sky, The Wave of Pain...
...the scent of you is bliss.
I don't really have anything to talk about:
I miss Waylon. I miss being in California, riding around on a beach cruiser, drinking mojitos and margaritas and Tecate beer. I miss hanging out with Waylon and having a blast and being best friends. That was corny, and I realize it, but I can't help it. I'm craving California. My heart is aching over it.
WAAAAAAAAAAH.
I don't really have anything to talk about:
I miss Waylon. I miss being in California, riding around on a beach cruiser, drinking mojitos and margaritas and Tecate beer. I miss hanging out with Waylon and having a blast and being best friends. That was corny, and I realize it, but I can't help it. I'm craving California. My heart is aching over it.
WAAAAAAAAAAH.