"You feel like high school, baby,
and I’m 4th period forever.
But you couldn’t wait to get out of this fucking town
and I’m going to die here back behind the bleachers
and you graduated two years ago
and I don’t care that you’re kissing other girls
or that you didn’t text me back
even though you knew
that I had never bled like that before
but I hope that one of these days
you take a trip back to your hometown
and kiss your mother on the cheek
and hold your breath while you walk past your old school
and think about the cans of diet coke filled with vodka
and the 6 a.m. winters
and pen marks all over your hands
and the way I looked when I was sixteen
and how I loved you more than I ever loved anyone else
and it’s okay
if you don’t remember the time we tried to run away
and then went home to fall asleep together instead
or the time I tried to bake for you
and lit the tips of my hair on fire
but please
remember me" — (via extrasad)
and I’m 4th period forever.
But you couldn’t wait to get out of this fucking town
and I’m going to die here back behind the bleachers
and you graduated two years ago
and I don’t care that you’re kissing other girls
or that you didn’t text me back
even though you knew
that I had never bled like that before
but I hope that one of these days
you take a trip back to your hometown
and kiss your mother on the cheek
and hold your breath while you walk past your old school
and think about the cans of diet coke filled with vodka
and the 6 a.m. winters
and pen marks all over your hands
and the way I looked when I was sixteen
and how I loved you more than I ever loved anyone else
and it’s okay
if you don’t remember the time we tried to run away
and then went home to fall asleep together instead
or the time I tried to bake for you
and lit the tips of my hair on fire
but please
remember me" — (via extrasad)
