8/9/13

i met a girl, someone i can call a friend pick up the phone so you can tell me about my day and i can tell you about yours

my cellular is dry as fuck and the hot sun is dripping down my skin i need some water i know you're probably down by the river feeling the tingling in your brain drowning the sorrows of your week

i slipped on the rocks, cracked my phone now my shorts are wet wow, and my friend's hair remains perfect even when its drenched but my feet they're melting while im walking on this hot cement . . . lets get out of here

together

we'll go down to the taquito spot but it ain't quite clear cos' to her, hot means picante i found out and i liked it she doesn't wanna change and that's ok im tearing my eyes out this is exciting

so tell me what you like bout' your favorite artists and colors and the music you listen to in the car you can tell me why you're so mad at your dad and what you wanna do with your life or maybe . . . will i still be in your life? (don't think about that you idiot)

i guess that doesn't matter yet cos you can call me on the cell and we can talk for a while

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