Stockholm

I could be wrong On a number of things But I've seen Stockholm And I'm enamored with it Come test me I gotta beat a machine Reverse John Henry Getting hammered Let's go out Imma be carded now Come of age Bloody sound Somebody cauterize my mouth Now We grew legs first Tails the color of sea So long sweet comfort Making landfall was hard I love you... Are you thinking of me? If so, then me too If you're waking Sand all these boards down We can place a house Make a drink We can put it down Neat and all on the rocks I'm no less confident I just know less When I think, all of it, coming down (well) I could be wrong Anyway it's okay, I'm sanguine No matter what y'all can say, I'm changing How about You fess up, get moving You are not less in love for losing Do you feel good? Do you feel it? My skin crawls under y'alls grip Ain't it checking out time at the Motorado? Are they making exceptions? I just woke Oh well