what happens when the police break-up your party at 6am? breakfast or bike races? there was a little bit of both going on... and with that just enough energy to head back to the empty apartment on the hudson for one of the very last times to crash....and crash hard....
your polaroid is on the wall stuck in the crack between the door and door-frame trapped in the middle of some laugh some drunken joke some friend of yours was telling
despite the foot cramps, lack of sleep, and ever present hatred of all things at the moment...decided to give up on the empty threats in all walks of life and actually come through for once....maybe even twice
It's over You don't need to tell me I hope you're with someone who makes you feel safe in your sleeping tonight I won't kill myself, trying to stay in your life