Flashlight Brown This Year
He takes his time to serve the masses While both awkward and revealing We bitch and swerve around the obstacles That keep us from believing Forced myself to think about our future Couldn't help but ask the question Are we ever going to have this year again? Novelty is one thing He could never ask for in the morning Rejected by a sense of pride He ponders everybody's warning Bring it on lonely star and wait your turn