everything felt different when we'd drive around blasting crosbystillsnashandyoung//led zeppelin//jimi hendrix. over there do you still snap your fingers and hold up your pretend microphone and close your eyes when you sing? all the above average punk bands in the world pale in comparison to your abilities.
i said i missed you but you didn't stay. in your honor i will only listen to thirty seconds of every song and change up the album after we hear the five best tracks.
with tears in my eyes, i write you, for the first time in our eighteenyearlong lives, that i am fucking jealous.
