I'm having a good time. Chillin over at Lynn's even though I said I probably wouldn't be over here for a while... Goddamnit. I want the fucking Slurpee. Ha. I got it. I win.
My gut is burning. Won't you find me some water? Hey, just forget it. Can you bring me gasoline and collect a couple forks and hold them three feet apart and wait for lightning to strike to burn me up?
Everything seemed a little easier When we weren't one hundred miles apart. The person across from me Sitting in her (his) train seat Reminded me of you.