I really miss 2007, when I had short, choppy hair; a Panic! At The Disco vinyl I couldn't play; and friends when I didn't think I had them.
Now my hair is long.
Now I play Jim Croce on Saturdays and forget to turn the record-player off. And my dad yells.
Now I think I have friends when I don't.
Now it seems like everyone is a stranger, and I've never really met or known anyone at all--no that's not it at all.
Now I just read Prufrock or Gone with the Wind.
What I like right now:
Just so you know, you'll never know.
We drown traitors in shallow water.
They call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone; from what we've become, it just feels more alone.
Even when there's nothing worth living for, you're still worth lying for.
She said she said why don't you just drop dead?
Last year's wishes are this year's apologies.
Two out of three ain't bad.
New York eyes, Chicago thighs.
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do you.
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
I keep my jealousy close because it's all mine.
Turn off the shyness.
Oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase like I'll never be the same.
Choose love or sympathy, both never both. Love never wanted me; but I took it anyway.
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