I want high speed.

I want new drinking songs.

I want old drinking songs.

I want new sex.

I want new memories.

I want old memories.

I want Tina.

I want Rock n Roll.

I want New Orleans.

(and all that she entails)

I want 1982.

I want 1981.

I want my cousins and me to be kids again.

I want to kick it wit writers.

I want to live somewhere else.

I want the neighbor’s music down lower.

I want the neighbor’s to come drink with me.

I want to hurl things.

I want to stand over a crowd of people while they chant my name and hang on my every word.

I want her

AND HER

AND HER

AND HER…

I want omnipotence

(I always have)

I want a nickname I haven’t given myself.

I want people to know me through what I say not what I write.

(It’s just the same though)

I want a catch phrase.

You want this to end.