¿juan?

if you don’t hit it raw then what the hell are you doing

world cup ends and suddenly no one wants to drink on a wednesday we’re cooked

average bush enjoyer

id let the loml to stab me anytime she gets jealous

just know my heart won’t sway, if you can’t clip your wings and stay we’ll meet again above the stars and soar like turtle doves when my time is up

everything you do is special to me

i’ve got your letter, you’ve got my song

going through my anual weezer phase

ojalá que se llame amapola, que me coja la mano y me diga que sola no comprende la vida

maybe i'm better off dead

matters of heart are hard to address especially when yours is full of emptiness

god i love a good cider

drunk on mead

drink be telling me to get wasted