She wakes up by before her long goes off, takes herself on a daily walk. 70 degrees with a light breeze, drink coffee black and she leaves her phone at home reading poetry on the post.
Funny enough, easy. I’m trying to be that girl with the perfect hair and that girl doesn’t really care. And somehow everything goes right for that girl. Wanna be that girl? When I’m running later than my car, I call you from my phone that charge. I’m just like a whole chase. Likes way too downward and on my side.