OUR SONG
I’ll sing it to you whenever you want.
I’ll sing it to you whenever you want.
We were sitting out there on your momma’s roof, talking bout everything under the moon; with the smell of honeysuckle...
GEEZUSSS. This. Blog. Marriage isn’t in my future plan, but damn, this man…
Will be an extended 8-bit version of Mighty Mighty Bosstones’ “The Impression That I Get.”
(notes for my future wife)...whoever i end up with, take note.