haha fuck off
Thirsty lust for summer days.
Nights where shining stars were gazed.
and whiskey droplets
Someone spiked our golden goblets
Autumn making life a painting.
And knowing how the end begins.
but memory stays.
I cherish all the tree-fort days.
then tell me how upset you are about your fucking iPhone being the wrong color.
Live in such a way that if someone spoke badly of you, no one would believe it.