I met a real life bro-hoe tonight....
And I'm letting him go; just because I'll always love him, doesn't mean I should be with him.
I can dance, listen to Bad Religion, smoke on the porch, and stare at the stars.
The alkaline trio is like a home for my heartache, and I look to find that I have no tears left to spend on a past-life.
Coffeehouses....indie music, bets for the sake of broadway, campfires, peeing in the woods, drinking half a bottle of whiskey, typical teenage douche-bags, preppy girls, the stars on a string, a sense of longing for things that will never become my reality, deliberate ignorance....
Something tells me that I'll be able to pick up the pieces of my broken universe, that maybe I can fix the world that has collapsed around me....
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