Drive-by shootings

[stephieburd]

they're de-railing the tracks from my teeth tommorrow morning and i dont' know when i'm going to finish all of this religion shit.

Plus, i bet

just don't hang up.
he hears you breathing, anyway.
the bars go up and down,
and so goes this love.
love? love.
maybe.
you've got no soul, love.
just static in my ear and a
heart on your sleeve.

she has no idea what she needs and yet
she's always needing.
take you for granted
without granting two inches of space between
the phone and
your cheek.

hey... are you still there?