i remember in the parking lot of walmart, watching a truck catch on fire - soon enough you were gone again. mystery is our curse, like in the fall i found out i’d been poisoned - two whole weeks gone. summer spent with you at your parent’s house, came home and drove all the way to towson. one of you still owes me money; throwing up in the parking lot of walmart - wondering if i’d fall in love again. yeah i’m a nobody but i’m yours
