Horns are on, shirt never stood a chance, and I've still got hours before the night gets loud. Tonight I can be whoever you want — you just have to say it out loud. So what am I being for you?
Horns are on, shirt never stood a chance, and I've still got hours before the night gets loud. Tonight I can be whoever you want — you just have to say it out loud. So what am I being for you?
Knocked Loose and Denzel Curry share Gallagher Square on Halloween Eve and my whole system's already running hot — been up since five, coffee's just making it worse. You brave enough for the front row?
Failure's already on stage and I'm still out here with the board under my arm — took the long way on purpose, let the whole city slow me down before the loud part. Come find me before I disappear into that crowd.
Bought my ticket for Howie Day at Belly Up and Collide hasn't left my head since — so I'm staying right on this edge till doors, no relief on purpose. Come take the decision out of my hands?
Sleep quit on me, so the floor and a stick of incense get my company instead. Whole place dark except one candle and my breathing. Come sit in my lap and ruin the quiet.
Belt's already out of the loops and the black shirt never stood a chance — She Wants Revenge is at House of Blues tonight and Tear You Apart has been running through my head since the shower. Some songs put a man in the mood to be in charge. You handing me the keys tonight, or making me take them?
Chelsea Wolfe brings the dark to the Magnolia tonight and I've been living in her low end since the coffee. Blacks are laid out on the bed and I'm in no hurry to climb into them. Come get ready with me?
Vienna Royal Orchestra's doing Viva Mozart downtown tonight and I'm going full suit for it — jacket, nothing under it, tattoos doing their own kind of formalwear. Trading distortion for strings for one night. You'd sit next to me in that box seat, right?
Cuco's at the Observatory tonight and my body decided we're already awake for it — been picking this guitar in the dark since the birds started. Come keep me company till doors.
Little Italy's gone full festa today — chalk art down every sidewalk and wine poured before noon. Espresso first, then I'm skating down there in no hurry at all. Come be my excuse to stay out past dark.