April 11, 2011
For about a month,
We've been on a 90s bender.
It's nice: you haven't been a cunt
About me wanting to change my gender.
We get in with the 4:20,
Every one of these nights.
We crack out the kreteks,
It's all-damn-right.
I keep trying to draw you,
But I lack the skill.
There's nothing I'd rather do
Than see the day you finally call me Bill.
We're finally out of the 4:20;
We should hit up your old groupies.
I know they'd bring plenty,
All your worshipers: loopy.
You're my best friend,
Online/offline.
You're badass, to the Nth –
I'll fight your demons, anytime.
