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and i’m sick of your tattoos, and the way you don’t appreciate brand new, or me.
and i know that you’re a sucker for anything acoustic, but when i say let’s keep in touch,
i hope you know i mean i wish that you’d grow up.
this is the first song for your mixtape, and it’s short just like your temper, but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool…