And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.
Welcome to the island of misfit toys.
So, I heard you're this ninja or something.
Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
Why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn't even really know me?
Try to be a filter, not a sponge.