there are nights when i think that sal paradise was right. boys and girls in america have such a sad time together.
sucking off each other at the demonstrations.
making sure their makeup’s straight.
crushing one another with collossal expectations.
dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late.

she was a really cool kisser and she wasn’t all that strict of a christian.
she was a damn good dancer but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend.
he likes the warm feeling but he’s tired of all the dehydration.
most nights were crystal clear but tonite its like it’s stuck between stations
on the radio.

Stuck Between Stations – The Hold Steady