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Crouched in a bath in a house in my hometown. 5AM and the moon's out. Kevin hands me a rolled up bank note, and tells me I'm innocent all in one breath. There's blood on my hands, rolling down my wrist. Big, fat, poppy teardrops blooming like the cherry trees in my university. Home is a funny thing. I'm not a cool kid. Just a drugged up, loved up, half pretty girl with a good brain. Mad after the wrong people in love with every broken soul. I'm just chasing dreams and welded differentials, the car turns and screams. One hand on the steering wheel and one on my thigh - can't you just need me for a weekend? Can't you just sigh your little promises and chew my ear?
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC
Can't we just be friends
Crouched in a bath in a house in my hometown. 5AM and the moon's out. Kevin hands me a rolled up bank note, and tells me I'm innocent all in one breath. There's blood on my hands, rolling down my wrist. Big, fat, poppy teardrops blooming like the cherry trees in my university. Home is a funny thing. I'm not a cool kid. Just a drugged up, loved up, half pretty girl with a good brain. Mad after the wrong people in love with every broken soul. I'm just chasing dreams and welded differentials, the car turns and screams. One hand on the steering wheel and one on my thigh - can't you just need me for a weekend? Can't you just sigh your little promises and chew my ear?
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC
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