quite pleased with myself thank you.

i wanna get drunk and tell you a dirty story.
not a true one of course.
the true ones are never true anyway.
i wish this fucking weather would pass.
so we could take the blankets on the roof and spill wine and ashtrays and figure out all the ways we are in love.
i miss summer and the smell of sweaty bar rooms, and bad lighting.
tank tops and legs sticking to seats.
it's been 3 days.
finally a change of clothes.
finally a new place to sleep.
this is what they mentioned in all the songs kids.
lovers in bed for days.
all those boys you see in a week wouldnt compare.
your toxic lovers, and your sex so high....
doesnt fucking come close.
i dont pity.
im too busy.
we're too busy.
getting busy.
or not.
brownies and movies and cold walks for 6packs.
i envy no lover.
no other...