Sometimes you go to your old favorite coffee shop and you hear the people behind you speaking the names of kids you went to high school with and you don't turn around because that life isn't yours anymore, and you never really knew the people speaking anyway and you remember why you HAD to walk away from all of this, even though everything you knew & loved, know & love, started here in this town.
[If you hadn't done what you did, you'd have been 22 yesterday.]
And who would want to leave this world anyway?
we’re savage high
we finally cry
oh and we don it
because it’s right