March 2012
Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there’s ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield.
but when I say let’s keep in touch, i really mean I wish that you’d grow up this is the first song for your mixtape an it’s short just like your temper, but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool…
