21:51pm with 18 notes
give me a second, i need to get my story straight. my friends are in the bathroom, getting higher than the empire state. my lover, she is waiting for me, just across the bar. my seat’s been taken by some sunglasses asking about a scar, and i know i gave it to you months ago, i know you’re trying to forget. but between the drinks and subtle things, the holes in my apologies, you know i’m trying hard to take it back.