listening to: Existentialism On Prom Night by Straylight Run
the bridges are crumpled,
the water soaks into rocks,
that fell at the bottom of the road. (at the end the town)
the town that we lived in.
the memories shakin apart from the weeds that grow.
- sidewalks, story of the year.
life is a tangled little ball of mess.
fuck this.
i want to wake up but i cant.
everyday's spent in a daze.
what am i doing with my life.
dont you shiver.
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