Hazel - Roy Blair

I was riding on Beverly by myself

I was working at Yummy, no daylight, hell

You were coming over once a week, where in my lap

You held me while I cried for the first time in a long time

Never really good with people or comforting them

My mom diagnosed, brother crying in his hands

I said, «If she died, who gets to keep my cat?»

Don’t know why death would affect me like that

But it did

Least my mom still lives

But my cat’s gone

Where my childhood is?

Where my innocence lived

On a Fifty Street

Thirty minutes from where I sleep

But I miss my bunk bed

And the sunsets

And the old friends

And the dead ends

Even when I didn’t have a reason to smile

But I still did

Love songs going like this for ya

Nights in your RV I won’t remember

Rides in your car seat, I won’t forget

Nights in your RV I won’t remember

Rides in your car seat, I won’t forget

If you don’t feel my groove, better move back

If you don’t fit the mood, why do you ask?

If you don’t feel my groove, better move back

If you don’t fit the mood

Fuck being modest

Got me in bed with you

More alive than ever

Quit eating junk food

Same pants all week

Got bleach on the side

For when you dye my hair green

Looks blue, but you tried

The times where I thought it was love were just peaks

A mountain a month, between terrible weeks

All this bad company

But everything I hate is a product of me

Can’t take back what I’ve been born with

My family gorgeous

Flaws and I won’t ignore them, they’re important

Keeping these friends until the end cause they’re important too

Sammy got my back, and I got Jack’s too

But that don’t mean everything squeaky clean in between

That’s really just how much they all mean to me

And rest in peace to my cat, Gary, and Aunt Jane

Steve, Kitty, Mary, Cousin Jason, Rhonda, Richard

Just stay forever

You just stay forever

You just stay

Can you just stay the night?

Nights in your RV I won’t remember

Rides in your car seat, I won’t forget

Nights in your RV I won’t remember

Rides in your car seat, I won’t forget

If you don’t feel my groove, better move back

If you don’t fit the mood, why do you ask?

If you don’t feel my groove, better move back

If you don’t fit the mood

(And I just — there would’ve been no pain if I had gone back and never met him)