sounded like a seagull turned out to be a siren not the good kind red and blue swine i ve got too many problems they never seem to end it all depends on what you call a problem and when you meet your ending will peter be demanding one more question like what about the women leaving on your arm did she let you drive her car how did you handle it probably fucked it up n shit ice cream covers both your arms hiding all them pretty scars the ones worn as a prize text me babe come back inside clutched tight in memory it s so hard not to be there lost in a fearsome tumult longing becomes too tremendous please overlook these filthy rags stupid quarrels and let s play i didn t know what to say when she brought him to our wedding guess i was fucking laughing i remember when we met everything got wet i wasn t pissed at all in fact i was fucking laughing i ain t the driver i m just some random who fell far from his still let s not talk it over again i meet you later i meet you later