Men will text you downtown lights, KNOWING you haven’t heard it in a while, then show up and rust your sparkling summer, ask your friend for drugs, crash your party AND their rental car instead of going to HELL
WE COULD CALL IT EVEN!!!!!!!!!!! YOU COULD CALL ME BABE FOR THE WEEKEND!!!!!!! TIS THE DAMN SEASON WRITE. THIS. DOWN. I’M STAYING AT MY PARENTS’ HOUSE AND THE ROAD NOT TAKEN LOOKS REAL GOOD NOW!!!!! TIMES FLIES-