[bonus] kurtis, hunter, hemingway

You’re by yourself

So you buy yourself

Another pack of smokes

For the long drive home

And it’s cold out

And your whole mouth

Is filled with the words

You think keep you warm

And you said “Kurtis, Hunter, Hemingway

Please stop making sense”

Please don’t fix me

If I don’t need fixing

I had a dream that

I stopped drifting

Kurtis, Hunter, Hemingway

Please stop making sense