the tough life
I dont wanna be alone out on the steps
I dont wanna smoke a thousand cigarettes
i got a 20$ bill that says no one’s ever seen you without makeup.
you’re always made up.
& i’m sick of your tattoos, & the way you don’t appreciate brand new or me
& i know that you’re a sucker for anything acoustic.
but when i say let’s keep in touch,
i hope you know i mean i wish that you’d grow up.
this is the first song for your mixtape.
& it’s short just like your temper,
but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool…