Wet

another townanother schoola new trailer parkand i could burn thesebooks alivei am freaking outand i left my friends in the sunbehind the graveyard with a jar of rumand i left

JoAnne in the shadewhat do i know about love anywayanother yearanother inch i will be tall enoughand if he hits you againi will beat your mani will put him outyou don't need tocut your life on theserazor blades or thesekitchen knivesyou are beautifuland i packed the chevroleti hear

Pittsburgh is better than this town, anywaywhen your heart is broke...when your eyes are wet...