Oh, we could rock. Or we could bomb. Or we could try. Like super hard. . Or we could come. Or we could lose. Or we could totally. Totally, totally freak you.
Nine years old and climbing out the house. Through a song played on piano. By my neighbors Les and Ray. I put my head up against the wall. To be closer to the music that they played.
I'm in the sky when I'm on my floor. The world's a mess and you're my only cure. There's no time for me to act mature. The only words I know are more, more and more.
So defeated, thinks it's funny. Film Festival, Retro Porn. Shabby Chic, BiCostal. Soundtrack, Carnivore. . Transgressive, Gone Fishin'. Shock Value, Good Contract.