The name is chris .
Im 21.
I like to have a good time.
Im not the same person i used to be.
i remember just how it used to be when the nights were fucking ours
and the sunrise made me feel so sick
things were much simpler and those summers last too long
but that feeling was as depressing as the day my eyes met yours.
we always talk about getting caught up in the moment
getting wrapped up in situations saying words we can never take back.
a four letter word, the most beautiful of things
but the one i used on you is the one i wish i truly could mean.
i never said a thing
i only half meant i dropped hints at being the worst man for the job smashed clocks, broken mirrors, in the reflection, the one,
i truly hate the most i want my life back. days spent...
months spent...years spent...saying...if i had a time machine...
HELL YEAH
