old friends used like a gauge for my insecurities. salvaged pieces of myself. back burner memories. drinking and drinking and drinking and. then there's a scramble for the last cigarette when i all i wanna do is leave.
wishing there were blue hearts to explode pink onto me. one thousand tongues and one burning hot cup of tea.
and when did she start leaving her stuff at my house? out damn spot out. i thought bringing it back to her bedroom floor would be enough of a clue about me. i think i can even smell her inside my sheets. i'll wash them. then. i'll say it out loud. and then. there shouldn't be any more mystery. don't wait for me to make your plans. i don't do the girlfriend thing.
wishing there were blue hearts to explode pink onto me. one thousand tongues and one burning hot cup of tea.
and when did she start leaving her stuff at my house? out damn spot out. i thought bringing it back to her bedroom floor would be enough of a clue about me. i think i can even smell her inside my sheets. i'll wash them. then. i'll say it out loud. and then. there shouldn't be any more mystery. don't wait for me to make your plans. i don't do the girlfriend thing.
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now if only I could find Hollie with my house keys.....