i ran til i puked last night

i want fall to be here

i want a beach

& a boat

& a campfire

& a bottle of rum

& a set of fresh lips

& hips

& repeat records

a shitshow in a primetime slot

i had some big write up planned for this shit

but the days are just to fucking hard as of late

i crossed the country in 4 weeks

& flew back in 4 hours

i cant sit still anymore

im restless

mentally & physically

days of coffee & gaslight anthem

nights of rum & planes mistaken for stars

i need outta here