I want that good beer tonight
-I've been a good boy this week.
The night will ebb and fade,
bending like the metaphysician's hex.
The cold of February is dry and like a freezing desert,
or the inside of a beer cave
in those ungrateful gas stations.
Be my date,
We can date for the rest of our lives
and all those Fridays
like every Friday of the last three years
You can crawl into my beercave
and light a little bonfire with me
and yeah we'll melt the ice.