(Written 2 days ago)
It’s my birthday and I’ll wear green suede if I want to
or gold lamé if I want to
Drink champagne if I want to
feed my brain if I want to
I’ll cut up my tee if I want to
hug a tree if I want to
watch D. Abbey if I want to
dance to B if I want to
stay out till 3 if I want to
It’s my brithday and I’ll dream if I want to
eat fresh cream if I want to
forget sunscreen if I want to
Today I am walking around with a limp
because I stood on some glass
actually, I smashed the glass
Then I stood on some
I was drunk
Now I have an awesome gangster gait
and people keep offering me sympathy
and I’m pretty sure the cut’s not infected.
So, I win.
She said / let’s go / I want to live / I want to know
Don’t buy a house – you probably won’t be able to afford the mortgage anyway.
…forced her inner extrovert out. She could even feel herself trying to flirt.
Hey girl, do you really like The Ramones?
…so illusive. It runs and it skips and it hops away from me.
Love is not conducive to rational decisions