I would kiss you on the mouth if you’d allow it. The way you look at me makes me forget I’m not attractive and I dress like shit. You’re so attentive, I can’t pretend if I wanted I could resist.
I hate chasing these pretty white flakes. They say they all look different, but to me they’re all the same. I need to get away to where there’s no snow. I’m ditching all my friends; become a memory, a ghost.
MOVING AWAY FROM HOME, NOW I’M A GHOST
THE SUN SETS BETTER ON THE WEST COAST