Running as fast as my legs could go, I sunk into the thunder
Growing tired and weary, brain hurting afraid of a blunder
Focused on shipping and texting and not wrecking
The way I slept last night, oh, it’s got me necking
Ouch, that hurts
Poetry, Old Recordings and New Interviews
Running as fast as my legs could go, I sunk into the thunder
Growing tired and weary, brain hurting afraid of a blunder
Focused on shipping and texting and not wrecking
The way I slept last night, oh, it’s got me necking
Ouch, that hurts