“"beat myself off when I sleep on your futon/walk in the rain with my second-hand suit on" reminds me of Lloyd.”
"beat myself off when I sleep on your futon/walk in the rain with my second-hand suit on" reminds me of Lloyd. 10
It has been since I first heard it two weeks ago
Earworm since Tuesday morning. La, la-la-laa, la-la-laa, la-la-la, lah, lah...
. . you stole my heart and I stole your underwear . . . Loving a bit of late-night Withered Hand right now - (but don't let him sleep on your futon! ) 14
Truly inspired lyrics. One of the most beautiful uses of crudeness to express pain you'll ever hear. 2