I just want a guy with brown curls and eyes to die for. He'll cover the curls with a beanie. He'll like to read and has good taste in music. He'll longboard and play the Uke. He'll have a lot of tattoos and a nose ring. He'll drive a jeep and wear band tee's. We'll live in a place like L.A. maybe. He'll love me and be tore apart when I have to leave for a night.




 he's out there. But there's no way in Hell he'll ever be mine.