+sing sweet caroline and come on eileen A LOT while drunk- according to my cab driver.

+scored a free cab ride because i told cab driver my address and then waited for him to go six blocks past before correcting him. after threatening to call the cops-five bucks tip served him good.

+dont even wanna know how long its taken me to write all of this in something sort of decent statements. backspace=life.

+andrew bird will always=life; not as much as backspace was to writing this sentence.

+I’M SURPRISED I EVEN KNOW HOW TO DO THE [+] SIGN.

+I’M NOW APPARENTLY WRITING IN ALL CAPS.

+THE SENTENCE AFTER THIS WILL BE BACKSPACE FREE.

+minus the caps because it’s annoying.

+so this next sentence is backspace free.

+dont you worry there my honey we might not have any money/but we’gve got our love to pay teh buiills. maybe i yhinh youre cute and funny, maybe i wanna do what bunnies do if you, if you know what i mean, oh lets get rich and buy our parents hourse in the south of france and lets get rich adsn give everybody nice sweaters and teac het them how to doance. lets get rich and build our house on a moutanin, making everybody look like ants. from way up there, you and i, you and i.

+not a pretty sight without the good ole backspace button is it?

+whas gud to twitter being drunk post friendly.

+you and i, you and i.

rebuilding your music library is a hassle, so i’m making it fun.

a bit o’ music education coming my wayz.

letzdoozit.

i wanna be there, now.

your words remind me of spinning, they leave my head an unsteady mess. your eyes are filled with all the things my ears just wish you could say. the downtown atmosphere in my head doesn’t match the hometown feel of my heart. i’m second guessing all the things that i’ve believed in just to see if you’ll be willing to start. just grab my hand and make me feel safe. just rest your head on my shoulder for a minute. when we dance, don’t take your eyes off of mine. let your steps sync with my every stride.