Iron & Wine sold out before I got a ticket, so his records are doing the work on my turntable instead. Quiet music undresses me slower, but it gets there. Come keep me company through side B.
Iron & Wine sold out before I got a ticket, so his records are doing the work on my turntable instead. Quiet music undresses me slower, but it gets there. Come keep me company through side B.
Still wound up from dancing, so the wraps go on and the rope comes out until it burns off. Come hold the mitts for me.
Slipped off the Boy Harsher floor for a breath and this corridor isn't cooling me down at all. That bass is living in my chest now. Tell me you'd drag me back in.
Hot Water Music and The Menzingers at Revolution Hall tonight and I left the house way too early because punk shows start in my chest hours before doors. Hours to kill downtown and zero patience. Tell me where you'd take me first.
Three hours into cutting last week's footage and I keep pausing on the parts that never make it out of my hard drive. This shirt gave up on me somewhere around the second render. Tell me which frame you'd have stopped on.
The Neighbourhood sent me home still humming and this dress lost the fight somewhere in the hallway. Want to see what the encore left me doing?
Killing time at the dive across from the arena with a whiskey I didn't need, and this skirt has a mind of its own tonight. The Neighbourhood in a couple hours — want to be the reason I walk in late?
Cradle of Filth at the Hawthorne tonight and I started getting ready way too early because this corset doesn't hurry for anyone. Problem is, the laces need a second pair of hands and mine are busy. You free before doors?
Tyler Childers took my voice up into the Moda rafters and left me with nothing but a whisper. Coffee isn't fixing it either. Come close, I'll say it softer.
Open mat ran me ragged and not one person in that room could hold me down. Gi's coming off slow in the locker room — think you'd fare any better?