Bar back beauty, back your way over here
And let me sing you a love song
like Taylor Swift would,
In a totally masculine way.
Drink me in
and pour me another,
sing me a song
and make it last long.
I’m in a routine
that I fucking hate.
Help me break it. Help me make it
new and lasting.
Help me find something true. cause
this shit won’t last much longer.
and I could write for longer
but I can’t find my voice.
If I could only bring it back by choice.
I could, I can. I can’t, I won’t:
This is coming off as a bad joke.
They’re just words that I think of
as the clock ticks on.
I need to fix or make something
pour me another
stay quite close.
I thought I was finished but
maybe I won’t.
What do I wan’t next?
There has to
Maybe this is an example a range gone wrong.
But It’d be a lie if I planned it all along.
She talks to angels and
August and everything after that.
I’ll be back
I don’t know.