remember the most reckless night you've ever had in your entire life?
remember Boys of Summer?
remember Hand of Mercy, falling in love with them, while i crashed onto the floor?
remember the pizza bread you had for dinner?
remember "save the queen, she's drowning"?
remember being slouched over someone's shoulder?
remember "my friend's in the moshpit, he has purple hair"?
remember "i dont wanna be a classic asian melbourne uni student"?
remember breaking your phone?
remember Comeback Kid? of course you dont.
remember Deez Nuts? oh, that's right, you missed their set.
remember "she has so many bags"?
remember waking up worrying that your friends are worried sick about you?
remember not knowing where your phone and your keys are in the morning?
i dont suit reckless very well.
while you, you can do anything and everything, and you'd still be better off than me.
its gotten to the point where i dream of you, multiple times, and waking up feeling like shit all morning because i know i cant have you.
as much as i like you, this has really, really got to stop.
i wish it was that easy though.
and i wonder, after dropping off my vomit-stained-self home, do you still think im cute?
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