A girl who’s not called Doireann Coady has gotten to the point where she’s crawling around your kitchen floor. You’re gonna have to kick her out because she is singing very loudly on your front lawn.
It’s a struggle, a fight, it’s like playing an old record on repeat. It feels like a movement, a concert or a fire, like ripping up the curtains after a gaff party. You will definitely need a slice of bread to sober up afterwards.