¿juan?

how did i end up drinking with my landlord

oh well guess i’ll see you in hell

being the cook of the family means everyone asking me for recipes

the summer i turned insane

and if you die i wanna die with you

she's in my head i must confess, she's in my head, so long ago

most of people that call themselves good readers have in fact the worst taste in books ever existed

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