seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men.
i need some sleep.
they hate the songs.
we hate them too.
this show is free.
twenty minutes in broke another fucking string.
just call it luck.
they start to leave.
i start to plead.
someone yells you suck.
suddenly that joe kicks hard in my veins.
i cool down.
things sound good right now.
suddenly fists turn into brave ears, move as one.
funny how no one knows we came.
they wouldn't come anyway.
should i feel grateful to play.
i'm living life my way.
i fell in love with my enemy.
i let go of everything i had left at home.
two cool people came.
they're hiding by the door.
eyes wide with fright.
a guy, a girl, in love with the whole world.
it almost makes it right.
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