i like it when she writes me.
i know its over. i know theres no hope.
but my emails boring without her.
my everythings boring without her.
girls today, they dont write anymore. they text.
yo busblogger they taunt.
nothing you can write back to that.
all shes gotta do is be nice and you’ll figure out how to buy a craftsman in the hills.
but shes not gonna be nice. and she dont want no lame ass craftsman
she wants yr soul.
and only for the moment
she is my death wish.
and i love her
and my life is nothing now