You’re Gonna Get Old


You’re gonna get old
But I’ll still be right next to you
Flesh will droop, drop & sag
& my absolute infatuation continues
A dirty old man, I’ll perpetually be
Every view of you – I feel romance
I’m gonna be that 100 year old
With excitement for you in his pants


Such Excitement Running From The Docks


Such excitement running from the docks
Looking for hookers & a cold beer
Neon & painfully loud music
Sorry buddy, I can’t remain here
I need to get out & stretch my legs
Of course I’ll take another drink
My morals can’t be washed by the sea
Your life, you do what you think

Please Stop


Please stop apologizing, girls
I’ll tell you when you’ve crossed a line
You can tell me anything
Let me pour ya’ll another glass of wine
There’s no reason for us not to talk
About anything that burdens your mind
So, unload your pretty lil’ heads
Let the night wander to where it might find