I just want to sit on an empty misty beach at 4:30 in the
morning with the smell of the ocean and that refreshing breeze
blowing my hair back ever so gently with a latte or maybe someone
I really like to keep me company and talk about deep stuff like
what happens when we die and whether or not cats can see auras
while we wait with our cameras for the sun to rise, is that too
much to ask for or what
YOU CALL ME
UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE. SO CASUALLY CRUEL
IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST. I'M A CRUMPLED UP PIECE OF
PAPER LYING HERE. AND I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO
WELL.