…And I’m learning it. It makes me want to blow off everything, put on some ripped jeans, tie a flannel around my waist and drive somewhere for no reason. Like I did every day of 1992.
…And I’m learning it. It makes me want to blow off everything, put on some ripped jeans, tie a flannel around my waist and drive somewhere for no reason. Like I did every day of 1992.