I love the way she roll the weed up,
Doing 80 on the boulevard she got her seat leaned back with her feet up,
see, I could write about that, of course,
but I couldn’t write a song about relationships that work still
little weed, little liquor, that’s a recipe,
but the things I need most will be the death of me
christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”
"a career" "financial security" "a sex life" "tuition for grad school" "alcohol" "a nap" "socks would be nice"