you’re so much taller than i thought that you would be it’s going to be harder to push you away while you’re getting high inside a trailer with your friends i haven’t brought anything back for you “send me a picture so i know that it’s you” with so many boxes it’s hard to tell “you kiss like my mother” with a bottle in your hand i’m not going home with you you like me because i don’t dress like other girls and i’m barely repulsed by that shade of green i told junebug to tell you that i’ll be leaving soon i’ll see you in february/staying up too late, we’re both miserable “my boyfriend’s at home” i hope you find someone.