This is the first song for your mixed tape, and it’s short just like your temper, somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool.
I'm a 17 year old straightedge kleptomaniac, and borderline sex-addict.
I'm in a band. We Are The Flash Mob.
I hate everyone.
I love you.
Harry Potter.
Fall Out Boy.
Demi Lovato.
Jason Lancaster.
Johnny Depp.
Paramore. Panic! Go Radio. TBS. Mayday Parade. The Hush Sound. Etc.
Making music. Guitars. Movies. New friends. Old friends. Capa. Getting away with things. Secrets. Suprises. Theft. Concerts. Talented people. Nice people. Common sense. Common courtesy. Pictures. Words. Opinions. Interesting conversations. New things. Accidents. The sky. Nadia.