I mean like yeah

one time we were sitting in an alleyway and it was 2am then it was 3am because that was the night we turn our clocks forward and a second was an hour and it felt awful and it felt great and it felt right. sometimes my life loses its magic and i feel so sick with thoughts and feelings and none of them are beautiful or lovely or interesting enough to make it into song. but sometimes i want to write a hundred gajillion songs about losing an hour in the alleyway and how dancing to music is like tryna squeeze through poles that are really close together and moving too or maybe that time my friend had a sausage roll with sauce in each hand at 2am at the 7/11 and i just died because i hate sausage rolls and i hate 7/11 but i love everything i hate because it gets to me and i get it and i take it and that's where the songs are ya know?  i mean like yeah