My last dollar will be spent in a bar but not like you think. I'll be hitting the jukebox up for my favorite song. The only 3:41 that makes my head feel clean... in the emptying the dryer vent kind of way. Reloaded and secure.
We're all just trying to throw heartbreak in reverse.
Spend your lunch money on ransom. Rocket ship dreams from suburban back yards. Me and the moon.
BreatheLikeYouMeanIt
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