I don’t really care that much where we go but I’ll go with you
As long as you drive that shitty car.
I’m in love with you.
All of these poems are for you,
I should maybe write that paper tonight like I told myself I would
But the sunlight is making me think about you
I don’t know why
I miss the 3 a.m.s that my friends stayed up with me and we were all on our computers and we made each other’s stomachs ache from laughing
Back when you weren’t really a big deal
I’m not sure how it got this way.
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