eight. dear sophie.

[quietdrive]

dear sophie.

remember the brand new moon in june?
that big black eye in the sky
one hell of a shiner.
you caught me staring and glared
i was unprepared for your question
jess what the hell is wrong with you?
i lied and replied
sophie you're pretty like the moon
or a punch in the face

either way, your eyes are stars.