I leave for Russia soon.We should all drive to the middle of no where and blast this sound as loud as we can.
click to listen.***
He was playing when I slipped in the door. He looked over at me, his harmonica on his lips, despite the crowds of people, he smiled with his eyes and I smiled with my mouth, looking nervously down at my feet. "Better" always takes the shape of a beautiful, sad eyed boy with nice teeth who gives me enough attention to sit waiting in a parking lot, but not enough to keep from slamming my fist to the ceiling.
And it all hurts because as soon as I get attached boys dance right out of my life. One to San Francisco, one to Costa Rica, one to Oklahoma ... The list goes on as they come and go, come and go. And me, the girl who needs to be held and touched to know she is loved fell for every single boy who couldn't do that.
So I'm just going to sit holed up in my room pouting while reading Proust.
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