Cronograph

Being in love with certain things
Wondering why he never cried when the cat got eaten by the coyotes
Passing the time I'm setting my watch to chronograph
Thats why I'm writing in these perfectly straight lines
I listen to that music for four hours and it drove me mad in a good way
The northern lights were out the night we went to your house
But you were not there
Still everyone was there to see you
We all were dancing around on the hardwood
The intoxicant raced through the house
We were rapping
We were rapping