*bows* Thank you, thanks you. Make sure to tip your waitress!
F’reals, though. Note the lack of windows or “real” light in that picture. Either he’s in the basement, or he’s in a center of the building apartment.
It just ain't fair this
thing called loving
When one's still there
and the other feels nothing
I would have done anything for you
I still love you, baby I adore you
You know what? Just forget it
Name something and I regret it
The sun sets like surrender
And I guess I misremember
that whole time
And what your lips
felt like on mine
It was the sweetest
fever dream
You probably don't know
what I mean
This looks scarily like something out of the Columbine guys home videos.
F’reals, though. Note the lack of windows or “real” light in that picture. Either he’s in the basement, or he’s in a center of the building apartment.
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