I met a boy.
You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.
My nights are for overthinking, my mornings are for oversleeping.
I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.
Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?