Finally standing in the Novo with kwn twenty minutes away instead of a whole day — the wait is officially over. Tell me you'd squeeze into this bathroom line with me.
Finally standing in the Novo with kwn twenty minutes away instead of a whole day — the wait is officially over. Tell me you'd squeeze into this bathroom line with me.
Insomnia won and kwn at the Novo is still a whole day away, so I'm lying here like this instead of sleeping. Come wear me out?
Pre-gaming AZ Chike at the Roxy the honest way — coffee first, outfit decisions nowhere in sight. Tell me you'd pour the second cup.
Snagged last-minute seats for The Chicks tonight, so lunch is now eaten standing up and the rest of my day is officially cancelled. Tell me you'd wear the cowboy hat I'm definitely buying before the show.
Aerosmith pulled Guns N' Roses out of a hat at the Bowl and I have fully lost my mind somewhere between the encore and this second cup of wine. My dress gave up on staying put a while ago too. Tell me you'd take the empty half of this bench.
Devil horns are on, the leather's zipped about halfway, and The Thing is playing at Hollywood Forever tonight — Halloween might be my favorite holiday for a reason. Tell me you'd hold my hand in the dark.
Chief Keef at the Wiltern tonight and I'm getting ready the only way I know how — loud, slow, and half dressed. The jeans made it, the top didn't. Tell me you'd already be at the bar holding my spot.
Foster the People at the Greek tonight and I'm still up running falsetto drills into one earbud like that's a normal thing to do to yourself. The lawn blanket is already packed by the door. Come be my plus one?
Doja's at the Forum tonight and my pre-game went completely off script somewhere around noon. The outfit's still on the hanger and I'm not sorry. Want to be the reason I'm late?
Black Parade night at the Bowl and my ancient tour tee still fits in all the ways that matter. Eyeliner's on, coffee's still warm, and I'm not remotely ready to behave tonight. Come scream every word with me?