Cigarette burns on my arms.
05.29.12 ♥ 0
Cigarette burns on my arms.
I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favorite kind of style
I wish you couldn’t figure me out, but you’d always wanna know what I was about.
What a turn of events that was.
Why’d you open your mouth so late?
Now we’re both screwed, and my claims are gone.
Losing shit I didn’t even know I had- your attention.
I guarantee you that if we don’t share the same kind of humor, things will not work out.
