fob old

  • psychic: *reads my mind*
  • my mind: where is your boy tonight i hope he is a gentleman and maybe we're going down down in an earlier round and sugar we're goin down swinging ill be your number dance dance we're falling apart to half time dance dance and these are the lives you love to lead this ain't a scene it's a god damn arms race this ain't a scene it's a god damn arms one night yeah and one more time thanks for the memories even though they growing up growing up
  • psychic: what the fuck