How'd we end up on the floor anyway? Your roommate's cheap-ass screw top rosé Heartbreak is the national anthem. We sing it proudly your braids like a pattern love you to the moon and to saturn im so depressed i act like its my birthday without ever touching his skin how can i be guilty as sin? im so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague that night you were talking false prophets and profits they make in the margins of poetry sonnets There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen Wind in my hair I was there I remember it all too well fuck it if i can't have him you said if we had been closer in age maybe it would've been fine and that made me want to die i vowed i would always be yours 'cause we survived the great war Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man "Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind Head on the pillow I could feel you sneaking in"