Wide awake, my mistake, so predictable. You were fake, I was great, nothing personal.
Fast asleep, yours to keep, unpredictable. I was fake, you were great, something personal.
To instantly make your brownies into weed brownies bake them at 420°
*punches hole through casket* i forgot to clear my history
As he walked back alone, his thoughts of her grew more frequent. Time. He needed time. Her voice echoed and bounced off of each and every memory that pulsated through his congested mind. Shaking off his doubts, he returns. Once again, intertwined within each other. Swimming in a sea of cotton.