Jul
26
IS IT GONE?
I DON’T KNOW. I CAN’T TELL.
DAMN IT.
I’LL STAY UP HERE ALL NIGHT. I MEAN IT.
I’LL LIVE HERE. I WILL MAKE A HOME RIGHT WHERE I’M STANDING.
EVERY TIME THE GRASS MOVES I THROW UP A LITTLE.
I THINK I’M CRYING RIGHT NOW.
I’M NEVER GOING BACK DOWN THERE.
I’M FINE FOREVER, RIGHT WHERE I’M AT.