joemcnertney
"popcicles, icicles"
this song is all about what your boyfriend loves.
but man, what a song.
forget about it.
everyone else has.
it wasn't as good as you think.
things are better now.
i better not hear you say anything otherwise.
"you can drive my car"
"no i can't"
"why the hell not?"
"i can't drive a fucking stick. you know that."
they told me i would need it. i didn't want it. i felt nausea just thinking about it. why can't things like this be more simple. i don't trust these assholes.
this is no small demonstration. you look upon us with pity. you are not ready, but we are.
muddy streets unfold everywhere. it is maybe getting warmer soon. the birds are confused, and so am i.
you said it without conviction.
everything i want from you.
everything was not as good as it used to be,
by the time we got there.
they've been saying i it for years.
sometimes, because i cannot type faster.
there are stacks.
yeah we are working. building a mystery. maybe you heard about that shit?! building a mystery.
almost like forget it.
almost like forget it.
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