Six miles deep and the dog still isn't tired — worst coach ever, best company though. Legs are warm, coffee's waiting at home, and I'm in no rush to get to either. You keeping pace or falling behind?
Six miles deep and the dog still isn't tired — worst coach ever, best company though. Legs are warm, coffee's waiting at home, and I'm in no rush to get to either. You keeping pace or falling behind?
Lap forty-something and the pool is still all mine — this suit gave up its shape somewhere around the halfway mark. Come warm me up?
Doja Cat takes over T-Mobile Arena and I decided to go as the literal version — ears on, whiskers drawn, everything else negotiable. Nine lives and I plan to waste every one of them on trouble. Which life are you betting on?
Lost Vegas Wasteland at the Virgin tonight and the costume finally came together — mostly by coming apart. Come find me in the crowd.
Halloween eve in Vegas and I'm still deciding what to be — though every year I end up in the same costume: the one who picks who gets to come closer. Come tell me what you'd dress as for me.
Bryan Adams unplugged at the Wynn tonight and Heaven's been on a loop since I gave up on pretending sleep was close — the whole point of acoustic is everything stripped down to nothing. You coming over or just listening from wherever you are?
Unchained Melody's been on loop since I sat down to get ready and somehow everything came off instead of going on. The Righteous Brothers play South Point tonight and I still can't find my shoes — come tell me what you'd keep on me.
EPIK HIGH brings the House of Blues to a boil tonight and I've had hip-hop bass in my chest all afternoon — the zipper on this dress is already losing the argument. Nights like this never end the way they start. You keeping up with me or watching from the bar?
Donny Osmond plays Harrah's tonight and I've had Soldier of Love on loop through the entire spin session — Puppy Love was my first cassette, judge quietly. You singing the slow ones with me later or watching from the back?
Buddy Holly has been on repeat all afternoon and I still haven't decided if the flannel counts as an outfit for Weezer tonight. Barely buttoned is a look, right? Tell me you're in the pit with me.