
Farewell Jack...

uh houston?

don’t play with my heart.

wish i wasn’t here.
i prefer my basement to the blistering sun that so offtens burns my face off.

my pop’s a drummer. and he’s the shit.

one of these things is not like the otherrr

uh houston?

don’t play with my heart.

wish i wasn’t here.
i prefer my basement to the blistering sun that so offtens burns my face off.

my pop’s a drummer. and he’s the shit.

one of these things is not like the otherrr