I only cut my hair on bad days
I’ll name this chiseled typeface after you
Call it Suzanna. Meh, it’s close enough
Dead after school

Sitting in the paper room
Is a paper cut happening
Over and over today

Sonja finally dropped me
Girl got tired of drinking
Left her in Portland
To live with the tattooed muffler king

I only write these songs on bad days
This is a place I’ll try to get back to