You say you know the songs, but then last night you’re all drunk, biting the mic. Get your shit together.

I’m doing all the hard work of being sexy. You’re just waving your tongue around. Hurtling yourself into things.

This winter album needs to be different. We need to tighten shit up. I’m thinking all Smashing Pumpkins covers.

Feel this cold winter air.

Smell the drying leaves. The earth.

We are made of this.

Don’t forget that, Runt.

Don’t ever forget that.

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