slade echeverria

“Just be pretty but naive, Anything you hear is what you believe,
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head,
Wish you had undressed me in your head.
It’s the low before the high,
It’s been so long you thought you would die,
When you wake up hungover, You wish you were sober,
And I’ll be counting the days that the sun goes past,
With the clouds beneath my feet." 

                                            -Passion for Publication: Anarbor