The Catacombs of Hollywood
Sick city. The map was all wrong.
I’ve learned to keep quite quiet as of late. Maybe I’ll learn French instead.
I went farther into the catacombs. I have daily anxiety about giving you sound advice.
Will they ever really go to that open mic night?
I bet you’d rather have a dollar than each instagram follower.
If I never hear classic rock on the radio again it will be too soon.