jon and i went out to get a video, and somehow ended up in san francisco instead.

all through san francisco

singing at the top of our lungs

beat each other up and somehow not causing accidents

then into berkeley through the cuts of san pablo and on to a thai place on mlk

home with closed mouths,

he's downstairs now with abigail and will

i'm wrapped up in my grey hoodie and ready for bed

i'm so fucking tired