It totally is.
Every day when I come home, I hope to find you sitting on my porch. I’m not convinced I’ll ever really be there.
2 out of 4 bandmates agree: We’re totally fucked.
I love when my overhead fan clicks to the beat of the music I’m listening to.
Though I took your photos off of the classroom walls today, I couldn’t manage to dismantle your memory.
I wish this would end.
You’re always there, somewhere. Tonight you beat on my windows. In the rain. Always. Always.
I have heavy boots.