When it ends we'll just head down to our barstools
And drink away these rotten memories
We were so fat, dumb, and grumpy, so tired, broke, and sick
But looking back it still seems great to me.
just give me five minutes with him.
Prayer is for weaklings. I'm banking on luck, this city, my looks, and not giving a fuck.
I once thought I had mono for an entire year. It turned out I was just really bored
you peed on my ipod shuffle
we fear change