"boy, go find yourself some flaming red hair and pumps." cause it's for you. don't worry you don't need to write all this down.

The times I smiled were all wrong

I look back now with the sins gone

But I’ll pick up some along the way

I found the needle without the hay

The sun calls in sick for the day

While the boy cries alone by the phone

This sadness lasts way too long 

And unfortunately, apathy wants its bone

fondly,

the bottle cap composer (april johnson)