Haircut 100 at Teragram tonight and I still can't pick a top to save my life. You'd tell me to just skip it, wouldn't you.
Haircut 100 at Teragram tonight and I still can't pick a top to save my life. You'd tell me to just skip it, wouldn't you.
Still hearing that last song and the warm air's doing all the work out here. Come find me.
Olvera Street is going off and these churros aren't gonna eat themselves. Tell me you'd grab elote with me after this.
Ryan Beatty at the Greek and I'm still sitting in my car because I can't bring myself to drive home yet. Tell me you wouldn't just sit here too.
Chinatown in the morning hits different. Cold Waves tonight and Stabbing Westward is already rattling around in my head — you'd probably hate it, which is exactly why I'd drag you along.
Chargers season opener Sunday and I already know which jersey I'm wearing. Tell me you'd split nachos with me.
The only reason I'm vertical right now is because this coffee shop opens in ten minutes and I refuse to miss the first pour. You'd still be in bed, wouldn't you.
Fiesta Hermosa wiped me out and I've got sand in places I'm not gonna talk about. Worth every second though — bet you'd have carried my shoes back to the car.
Left a salsa night downtown and my legs won't stop moving. Pretty sure I stepped on someone's feet twice out there. You would've laughed at me though.
Last sunset of the whole summer and I'm not sharing this pool edge with anyone. Okay, maybe you.