...but we'll meet at the infinite point.

...but we'll meet at the infinite point.

Full of mistakes, as always!

Full of mistakes, as always!

Full of mistakes, as always!

...but we'll meet at the infinite point.

...but we'll meet at the infinite point.

...but we'll meet at the infinite point.

i dont use the word horny very much. maybe never. maybe never again (im not sure). anyways this song is less music and more getting shit off my chest, its how much i love you,how much you kill me,and how much i want to fuck you.

Written by Greg Connor Lyrics: Old Country Songs Wooden Chair by the window Gibson on my lap And the time I spend strumming Is never coming back The sun is shining on me Evening won’t be long I’m living in the city Singing…