(no subject)
i gotta twenty dollar bill
that says no ones ever seen you
without make up,
you're always made up.
and im sick of your tattoos
and the way you always critisize the smiths
and morrissey.
and i know that your a sucker
for anything acoustic
so when i say lets keep in touch
i hope you know i mean i wish that you'd grow up.
this is the first song for your mix tape
and its short just like your temper,
somewhat golden like the afternoons
we used to spend
before you got too cool.
yeah, but i wish you were my shadow