I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It's work and it's money and I've written more lists than songs lately. I stay up all night to do all these things I need to do, be all these things I want to be, playing with shadows in the darkness that shouldn't be able to exist. Empty bottles and cigarettes while watching the sunrise, why do I complain? I have it all, everything I ever asked for.
I would write ads for deodorants or labels for catsup bottles if I had to.
I don't want to talk about genies in bottles anymore.
My playground is full of moonshine, mason jars, beer bottles, and bonfires.