I wanna be the person that has the money, knows the people, and goes home. Everyone’s opening a Peruvian spot in the highlands, and everyone’s punk band is gold.
I wanna believe all this magic shit, we saw a wolf in the woods with daylight left, might mean nothing, but it’s something for me, at best. Is a ghost just a need to confess?
You make me panic, like I ate the whole team.
Never paid the vig and came clean. Every truth I tell, you don’t believe.