Inspired by Bethany Consentino

Sun, 09/15/2013 - 20:45 -- iamjude

Your reckless driving

The "Fuck Yous"

Constant complications

The dried up roses

Scattered feeling

 

My torn up shoes

Blinded ambition

Never pretty

Always messy

 

You're better than me, baby

Why can't you see?

You say it's the music

You want to hear it

It's why you stay

 

The way I walk

The way we talk

You like how it sounds

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