yesterday there was a lyric in my head ALL night. srsly. i was sitting with jen in the cold, and I kept singing it. And she was like ‘who is that?’ and I was like ‘taking back sunday something! auuugh’ I thought it was like Ghost Man On Third.
'We're gonna die like this you know/miserable and old/i really gotta hand it to you'
Whatever, I couldn’t figure it out. Nor could I ask my friends about it because none of them listen to TBS anyway.
So then, I had a dream. And it was crazy otherwise. So in this dream we were talking to the band, probably Sunday Night Cruise since we met them last night anyway. And I was singing the song to myself (in my dream) and then the dude in the band, who had a beard, was like ‘I love Number Five With A Bullet!’