APRIL 2015


i guess Iā€™m sorry 

i guess i stuck around too long 

waiting for your eyes to look like floodlights 

thinking they could bring me home


and i know it kills you, 

i know it kills you being sixteen 

out of place and cigarettes

with all these strangers in the backseat 

that you almost call your friends


pining for the broken sky

you hold it up alone at night

star stained pepsi cola smile 

soundtracked to the 1975


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Incredible Write

Calista does portaits exceptionally, Dylan - Just Bein' Stella