Texty:
Backseat Goodbye

I could be a better person but I choose not to I'm as selfish as a suicide and wait I take that back I didn't mean to say it quite like that Supercalifragalisticexpialadocious

Bottom lips and fingertips Two twenty something kids getting acquainted In a dim lit room at the bottom of the stairs Forget first names and old birthdays

One, two, one, two, three Well, how about that, it's a matter of fact The life you've got is all you'll get And you do your best not to fuck it up too

Hey, I think you're cute Would you like to be my new best friend? We can talk for hours or just lay in bed You're just the kind of kid I could grow old

It's February and I just want April To take my hand and pick me up again Yeah, I'm numb but it's really not that bad Live life 'til you get it wrong Take

One, two, three, four You told me 32 ways to make you smile I did 31 within the first hour You stood amazed in your delighted shoes Bewildered but willing

i like saturdays and the rocket summer. blue skies and the morning's air. i like you, you like me. there's something wrong with this picture. let's turn

Fuck love, I'm gonna keep my day job Celebrate the life that I've already got WIth a bottle of something that'll make this day less relevant Fuck life

Well it's Friday night.?What the fuck are we doing here??If i didn't have this song stuck in my head.?I'm sure my thoughts would be a little more clear