Naughts-And-Cr0Sses: When I Was *Grabs Mic Stand* A Young Boy *Reaches Out Towards Crowd* My Father *Rest Of The Band Enters Stage* Took Me Into The City *Cymbals Crash* To See A Marching Band *Strobe Lights* He Said “Son When You Grow Up” *Guitar
arachnephiliac: i have been planning on getting my shit together for like 5 years now
