Mix Tape

[truthunfolded]

I've got a twenty dollar bill
says no one's ever seen you without make-up.
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 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.

Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow