“you’re just missing a concert” they said
“it’s not like it’s a big deal” they said
“it’s just a band” they said
“what are you doing with that axe” they said
how the fuck are all these people able to just run into celebrities in restaurants and gas stations and shit i’m lucky if i find two matching socks in a load of laundry on the first try
you’re the window to my wall
you’re the sweat that drips down my balls
