six january
ten : oh-nine p.m.

we were talking and talking and i was doing fine until he started talking about me.

"i'm..going to miss finding your hair on my jacket."

everything makes me cry, now.

"while you need it, when you need it, i'm a faucet, i'm a faucet."

it's on repeat (again), and i'm singing along with her, and my eyes are closed, and it's like i can feel the song in my lungs.