i'm at the end of my rope, i fashioned into a noose. god, its been such a shitty winter filled with beer tabs, bottle tops, keggers, and run-ins with the cops we made out like bandits and got caught red-handed. so i guess i wore my heart on my sleeve and i mistook your drunkeness for sincerity chalk it up to experience, fuck it up to experience. and still i clinged to it the late night phone calls and this perfect connection through bad reception (yeah right) is it hanging up or hanging out? missed trains busy signals stalling cars.