Your god damned uncle changed you some when you were five more than once. Your near-sighted family toasting healthy alive. Nothing Else. Your burning southern shelter pushed you north to arrive and ignore a close friend some ecstasy taking off new clothes for the truth.
Who's Jon anyway? What does he mean? What did you expect me to say? Who's Jon anyway...
Salty bodies of your half-brothers born reside behind locked doors. Fever-pitched, drunk regret, holes in your lungs staying alive. A lie.
Who's Jon anyway? What does he mean? What did you expect me to say? Who's Jon anyway...