May you read what I never said to these people and feel a unwanted connection to what I wrote. May I tamper with your feelings and make you fall in love with the way I say things. May you come back and wonder how I'm coping with my heart. May I soon have better things to write about.
Sunday, May 3, 2015
I literally can't record these songs because there's strippers in the next room and it's really loud and it's coming through the walls. Long Way Home is coming though, I promise.
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