Falling in love is so autumn and cork trees but I’m already half way down bellow the waist to hell in disconjointed words
Boys love girls like girls like girls and boys like boys but I’m like all that together and hopeless falling for kids who don’t play for the same team
what is even the same team if I don’t fit these conveaint conventions, I’m the trendy clothes at thrift stores that sell out like selling every last part of my past down the Nile river
I like it when the breeze is still romantic like it is in early fall when you have a long sleeve shirt with your heart on it
Crunching in the leaves at the Train stations (always the stechy part of town, I like it that way)
the best memories are always in the little pocket of time between the flaps in change purses where all your penny go to secise to exist
It’s the finding unused vape on the ground and spending the next 30 mins vaping while you laugh about life being a fuxking joke, the waking as far as the horizon goes on train track lines until we see power plant workers, the stealing hair dye and black nail polish at cvs, the vodka spiked monsters we passed around in a circle, the running around downtown as a bunch of emo kids while people stare, the concreate ledge behind the acme
it’s all these moments that define you the weird shit you did between it all those are always the best moments, but their more underrated than modern pop punk bands
Once for all I’m hopelessly a falling in love kid for all the wrong people.
Love me like lovable winy pop punk vocals, and black nails without the top coat (like the idiot I am)
I’m taking adrenaline by mouth and brain chemicals in bursts of impulse descisons that change it all
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