Now he wears a cowboy hat and plays “honky tonk” music.
Is this what happens when we “grow up”—we change completely? When they tell us to grow up, is this what growth is?
And now that I have time to, I’m too exhausted to be sleepy.
Kick in, Nyquil. You can do it.
You sprung me; I’m grateful.
I love when you tell me not to speak.
Saturday nights in neon lights,
Sunday in the cell.
Take me, take me to the riot.
And let me stay, let me
I don’t think it’ll ever quit snowing.
“Replay” - Iyaz
It’s embarrassing how much this song gets stuck in my head (which, yes, is ironic). I actually like it, though.