“Writing a love song from this San Franciscan bar/Outside I’d bet I can’t even find the car/Bukowski bars; eagerly awaiting an unforeseen hershey kiss/I used to be a romantic - now I’m just something I miss.”
“Writing a love song from this San Franciscan bar/Outside I’d bet I can’t even find the car/Bukowski bars; eagerly awaiting an unforeseen hershey kiss/I used to be a romantic - now I’m just something I miss.”