I hate hipsters in glasses,
with thick rimmed opinions.
And drunken old men, who still act in their teen years,
wearing flannels and skinny jeans, hitting on the girls next to me, sayin, "I remember college sweetheart, and that place, was the shit."
And i love the way that she walks, with her left foot, and her right foot, and her hands they kinda look like mine, i don't know, its just nice.
But the last guy you kiss tonight, is the firs one you hate in your life, and his eyes they look kinda like mine, I don't know, it's just nice.
Pay attention to my details
or my details will not matter.