These Are The Things They Tell You Not To Write About
I chose the boy that told me he got lost in my eyes, and I danced along on his clichés until I was at that apartment and he locked the bedroom door even though I told him not to. I was sixteen.
I chose the boy that told me he got lost in my eyes, and I danced along on his clichés until I was at that apartment and he locked the bedroom door even though I told him not to. I was sixteen.