I Can Count My True Friends on One Hand (feat. Kreayshawn & Judy Mitchell)

Life goes by like a fever dream. Woke up I was 43.

God I wish I was 17.

I'd pull a page from his playbook- take back every moment you took.

Truth is that I'm older now.

I can't escape all the cards I've been dealt. Sincerely hope that your life's been hell.

And if it hasn't then let me know, I'd be glad to help.

Wings won't fly

when the guts of this bird's been distilled o'er a thousand times. This house is boarded up

the windows permanently shut.

If I could, would I kiss you?

Wish I would've known what I know now. Feel like I'd regret so much less now.

If I could, would I kiss you?

Sparklehorse, The God Machine, Cannibal Ox, Ink & Dagger.

Our backs to the tarmac while we staggered under a blood moon.

I want my records back. I want my records back.

But I'm a walking dichotomy. The only person I hurt is me.

Marc Jacobs with a Dark Throne tee. The page in this playbook's called Middle-Aged Me.

Wings won't fly

when the guts of this bird's been distilled o'er a thousand times. This house is boarded up.

I want my records back.