goddamn, I wish I could write beautiful words
emos make it seem so easy
but on the bright side you might come shopping with me tomorrow
we'll see how fast you change your mind
maybe tomorrow night I can write how you kissed me under the street lamps on the way back to my car
my car, because I don't trust me to drive (not yet)
and how it hurt when I had to drop you off, knowing fully well that this may be the last time.
I'm sick of all the lasts. Rather than another last, lets make this thing last.
