Dec 6, 2021
The butterflies in my stomach have died
Now there's lowly caterpillars that are waiting for the night to strike
And they've been dying to escape
The pit of my stomach's a real dark fuckin' place
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The butterflies in my stomach have died
Now there's lowly caterpillars that are waiting for the night to strike
And they've been dying to escape
The pit of my stomach's a real dark fuckin' place
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Romeo and Juliet
How romantic Nothing like getting drunk and getting manic On a mother fucking Monday I-I brush the bangs behind her lovely little ear As she describes in detail how the end is truly near, wow And I'm sure that we can do this for forever Or until we drink the poison, cause she sees some cloudy weather
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18. Hobo Johnson
He is my depressed and hyped up music king. He kinda says the words I canât say. love him.
Is Hobo Johnson trying to be Jordan Dreyer of La Dispute....but bad?
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âIf you find someone who loves you for you let them.... cause that shit doesnât come very often.â
- hobo Johnson
Hearing Hobo Johnson say the word moist was a religious experience
It's like going to a beautiful pond, with the sun glaring and glowing on your arms and, in your mind, you think, man, can't wait to go home.
Yeah, it's like lying in bed and feeling like your bones are all made out of lead and you can feel the wind as the world passes you by
Yeah, it's like you were about to cry and then a fucking witch cast a spell on your eyes and now you're stuck with this feeling all day
Yeah, it's like driving your car down the street and see some tree and some bark and in your mind, you think, man, what if?