let me go. i don’t wanna be your hero.
— family of the year
oh your collegiate grief has left you dowdy in sweatshirts. absolute horror.
i wanna trade in the old for new. i was searching but not for you.
girls, they think paul’s cute, and i agree.
everybody’s staring at them, paying no attention to us.
ritual union’s got me in trouble again.
sleeplessly embracing you.
it’s not just me for you, i have to look out too.
like all things growing old, the paint peels and slowly falls.