Flying back to mother fucking Florida.
Gonna go to an old client's Christmas.
And steal from his home.
Gonna try to see my little sister.
Gonna try to see my favorite stand-up comic.
Gonna try to go to Clearwater for New Year's.
I just want to be your arms.
just to know what your hands hold.
I just want to be your lips.
just to know what you smile at.
The only thing that gets me.
And shuts my eyes and burns the parts on nights like this.
Is this shit like you, about you.