This is a song about "Full song"

You can end this verse premature

My soul is feelin full,

He got hit up that same night

Fuck you know this song might

On the radio, that's my favorite song

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

We gonna be all the way gone

Don't gotta wait long

Then start to sing a song

I kill shows and bag more clothes

No more sad song on pianos

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

But just when it gets good, she's gone

"you already wrote the gay song