goestheweasel

hey… no fair, college

as knowledge increases wonder deepens

when I dream about you

immediately after I have teeth-falling-out dreams

You and loss, man

‘cause these lyrics…

Is that what you call tact? 
You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back 
So let’s end this call and end this conversation 
And is that what you call a getaway? 
Tell me what you got away with 
Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed 
when you say “best friends” means friends forever 

Is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause I’ve seen more spine on jellyfish
I’ve seen more guts on eleven-year-old kids
Have another drink and drive yourself home
I hope there’s ice on all the roads
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt 
then when your head goes through the windshield

learning not to feel the need to respond to you