Guitars and grapefruit
Pistols and sunglasses
You said you'd write me a song
But you said the words got wrong
Oh how the tables turned
Now I'm your little song bird
A million sketches
Spanning the years
Up the stairs
And through the tears
Take a toke
And bring me whiskey
You said loving you was hard
But I like it a little risky
Toothy grin
Sharp mohawk
Sometimes I wish
You wouldn't stop stop
