ballin up my fists at every gust of wind.
Bitch better have a smoothie ready when I wake up hungover.
hide in the summer of two thousand and nine.
'will try harder tomorrow'
ALL I CAN DO IS SIT HERE AND WAIT FOR A CIGARETTE TO COME HOME.
I WISH I KNEW WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US.
WHO CARES WHAT HAPPENS
Poorly rested. Poorly received.
My main and my side both think I stink.
Melting every bridge b.