
I met a girl who kept tattoos for homes that she had loved. If I were her I’d paint my body til all my skin was gone. She wrote me a letter as we passed through Rockford, she said she won’t forget. Maybe I do, maybe I don’t, but I know I haven’t yet, but here I am. I woke up in a car, I traced away the fog so I could see the Mississippi on her knees. I’ve never been so lost, I’ve never felt so much at home. Please write my folks and throw away my keys.

“Hustlers grab your guns, Your shadow weighs a ton,
Driving down the 101—California, here we come, right back where we started from. “
California — Phantom Planet

Tonight by Seether
credits: http://my-teenage-wasteland.tumblr.com/; http://polish-ninja.tumblr.com/
this!


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