see the thing is,
when you feel shitty i feel shitty.
so fucking man up and listen and remember what's good:
chain smoking on the curb and overcrowded apartments and cheap beer and 3-speaker systems in the bathroom and that acrid smoke that fills the whole room till you can barely breathe.
and us.
you and me, we're practically begging to get caught.
it doesn't have to make sense, it's just what i'd like to remember this by.
