"Felt Just Like Vacation" - Bomb the Music Industry!
In truth, December destroyed me.
January crushed me.
By February, I was not myself.
March rolled in like beatings and rolled out like a bear hug.
In April I stared out the window for a fucking month.
I don’t want October.
I don’t want November.
I don’t want to feel those crippling blows
that I can’t explain to myself, my friends or you
so I soften them with hours of Nintendo.
April always makes me start fucking screaming when I’m singing in my car.