Still feeling the bass from last night in my chest and the setlist won't quit playing in my head. Turned my whole living room into a one-woman encore and I'm nowhere close to done. Tell me you'd dance with me, baby.
Still feeling the bass from last night in my chest and the setlist won't quit playing in my head. Turned my whole living room into a one-woman encore and I'm nowhere close to done. Tell me you'd dance with me, baby.
No puck drop for a couple days, so I'm washing that shutout off one soak at a time — full reset before the boys host Carolina. Climb in and help me scrub the bad luck off, baby.
Decorations are boxed up, that 4-0 mess still stings, and sleep wants nothing to do with me — so it's just me, my playlist, and a very long night. Somebody talk me into actually closing my eyes, baby.
Shut out 4-0 at home on Halloween weekend, so now I'm the one taking down my own decorations like some kind of cruel punishment. Jersey's staying on though — superstition dies last. Come cheer me up, baby.
My favorite holiday is finally here and the boys don't even play till next week, so tonight the costume does all the talking. Playing a character has never been a problem for me. Knock twice if you're brave enough, baby.
A daytime puck drop on my favorite holiday means the lucky sushi contract just got its first-ever morning clause — delivery already scheduled, superstition fully intact. Tell me you'd be on this couch at face-off, baby.
Three straight wins and the boys are right back at it in Minnesota, so my costume rehearsal just went completely off-script. Halloween came early at my place, baby — come take over from here.
Two days till my favorite holiday, so the costume is getting a full dress rehearsal — ears on, makeup test done, and the rest of it doesn't leave much to the imagination. Tell me you'd be knocking on my door, baby.
Shutout on the road and the winning streak is officially two games deep — the lucky sushi contract has never looked stronger. Celebrating the only way I know how before bed. Tell me you'd toast this one with me, baby.
A woman enjoying her morning coffee slowly at a sunlit kitchen counter.
Another overtime, another heartbreak, and the freezer was the only thing still open. Point streak's still alive, so technically this pint is a celebration. Come finish it with me, baby.