Moonboy

Moonboy hope you make it home Feel a burning in your throat from the Patrón You clench your hands Where are your friends It would be nice to feel again Every inch of me feels like I'm dying Guess I shoulda let go, I throw my fists out when I get excited Can't hold my liquor when I blow I think I never wanna see another face in my living room What can I do? I think I never was the kind find my place back in middle school Now I wont move I hear your call from my pant pocket, you make me sick I've seen it all from my space rocket, you don't mean shit