hating yr hometown is sooo '05

i'm trapped in a liminal space for another week

this town is eerily quiet to the point where it chills my spine

tried to explain to my sister that i'm certain this house is haunted

i never feel presences outside my window in the city

maybe that's because i havent created any ghosts yet

all there is to pass the time here is cigarette smoke and abusing my eardrums with nostalgic bullshit

no wonder i spent my teenage years rotting in this room

knowing the boy who broke my heart is buried just outside of town and the girl who broke my heart might as well be buried just down the road

surrounded by the highly strung and my emotional state has been hung drawn and quartered

i hate my hometown skateboards pizza defend poppunk

or some bullshit like that

xoxo 4real

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