...or me

[osamasmomshot]

So I come home from work today, and all I hear in my apartment is:

I got a twenty-dollar bill
That says no one's ever seen you without makeup
You're always made up
And I'm sick of your tattoos
And the way you always criticize the Smiths
And Morrissey
And I know that you're a sucker
For anything acoustic
But when I say let's keep in touch
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up
This is the first song for your mix tape
And it's short just like your temper
But somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool

I got a twenty-dollar bill
That says no one's ever seen you without makeup
You're always made up
And I'm sick of your tattoos
And the way you don't appreciate Brand New
Or me
And 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 mix tape
And it's short just like your temper
But somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool

Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow

I love Brand New

I thought about writing more, but it was a toss-up between writing so much I get a reaction
...or going to sleep