08.DEC.2014
7:53P

the more i talk to other people, the more i realize how fucking smart you are and how i am never
never
ever
going to be able to

perfect timing.
you play all the songs that we shared long distance drinks over in the first place.

"bad news."
"who, you? no kidding."
"i'm gonna die."
"tonight?"
"yes. come over. to die by your side"

i don't go. you keep me up til sunrise anyway.

"wish you'd come. i'm going to regret saying that when i wake up."
"same."

i'm lucky to've met you, little killer.