Goddamn I found his picture
I should have never searched for it
And now I'm triggered
There ain't no coming down from this
Burnt grass in my teeth
Tom Selleck on TV
Staring at the ceiling
No one can hear me
Man he had such a killer stereo
A whole wall of giant speakers too
So many knobs and buttons I just want to press them all
I don't remember what it sounds like though
Cat tails in the weeds
Dead kitten beneath
Big bolt of lightning
I promised Deacon Larry
Goddamn his f*cking picture
I f*cking know better than to look for this shit
And now I'm triggered
And there ain't no coming down from this