Remember when we were just sixteen and dreaming? Dreaming in the basement just shouting and screaming, listen to our favorite records, all while thinking someday we're gonna be here, on stage all singing.
Remember breaking hearts, and getting hearts broken? Lying to our parents about what we were smoking, solving all our problems with bottles and women, even though we knew we were better without them.
~Trophy Scars
im really into talking. sit down with me, have some coffee, and lets trade stories.
