Jun 2015
I miss my friends
So ******* much
That I feel sick
When will we fix ourselves
Patch our rips together with craft beers and pink wines
Tell me it's not too late
So ******* much
That I feel sick
When will we fix ourselves
Patch our rips together with craft beers and pink wines
Tell me it's not too late
(In the back of your knees)
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