might paint something, i might want to hang here someday. might write something i might want to say to you someday. might do something i'd be proud of someday. mark my words, i might be something someday. a class act president you are my boss, i am confident in your eyes. so speak up, this is your last chance my friend, roll the windows down and take me in. reach out say what you're really about. are you coming here or not, are you coming out?
i dont want to know that you dont want me. i dont want to know what you do without me. i dont want to know what i'll be without you, i dont wanna know.
-tegan quinn
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