I don't know just what I would do without you here.
Could anyone else ever qualify?
In my mind, as I'm standing here, these are thoughts I wrestle.
Of doom and beer.
Come round me now with a soft "fuck you" grin.
Come ride a while.
Lose a day in the wind.
You've heard.
Now you'll take me everywhere.
But, I don't know just what I would do without you here.
Could anyone else ever comprehend this idle speech,
without our tongues, that only turns into language over years and years?
