When I hear of you, it's hard to breathe
I was going to pass on a rumor that made me feel sad and weird and excited all at once. However, since the source is questionable and I don't want to believe it's true, I have made a giant excuse for your reading displeasure. Acknowledging the rumor itself makes me feel a little better.
People will say anything for any reason.
AND The new Guster album is out June 20th.
AND I'm going out tonight
AND where would I be if it wasn't for you?
Edit: It feels like New Year's Eve already. And not in the my favorite holiday sense. It's more "I can't believe how time has passed since so and so or whatever happened."
Everytime I listen to Modest Mouse, I should think of Ashley O, but I remember riding my bike to the women's shelter in Appleton. Before I moved back to Montana. Before I went to Boston. I was 19 and if I knew the future, I might have saved myself the trouble and done what?
No words fit this. Or they do and I can't put them here.
People will say anything for any reason.
AND The new Guster album is out June 20th.
AND I'm going out tonight
AND where would I be if it wasn't for you?
Edit: It feels like New Year's Eve already. And not in the my favorite holiday sense. It's more "I can't believe how time has passed since so and so or whatever happened."
Everytime I listen to Modest Mouse, I should think of Ashley O, but I remember riding my bike to the women's shelter in Appleton. Before I moved back to Montana. Before I went to Boston. I was 19 and if I knew the future, I might have saved myself the trouble and done what?
No words fit this. Or they do and I can't put them here.