Indie boys are nurotic.
makes my eyes bleed.
tight black pants exotic.
some loving is what i need.
Hey im starting to feel o.k.
lucky number nine.
huray.

im sleepier on the staircase.
mirror in the back of my brain.
makes things, her pants feel great.
i used to liek to complaine.

but.
hey. imstarting to feel o.k.
lucky number nine.
huray.
Bloody mary , mother of god.
grandpas on the hobby horse again.
dampen, broken pants chaifing.
im running out of ethnic friends.
But..
hey. im starting to feel o.k.
lucky number nine.
huray.