This is a song about "Howard and shira"

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Look inside my closet

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

And get it again and again

Suck my lolly pop then

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

They laugh and scream and leap

I need to beat

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,