Hairdresser: do you like it?
Me: yes thank you
*goes home and cries*
Modern Baseball - Apartment (Acoustic)
I walk home with my eyes low,
Dreaming up conversations we’ll have tomorrow,
Your loose ends, my new friends,
All the classes in high school we fell asleep in,
But now I can hardly close my eyes.
It’s Cold Out Here - Modern Baseball
I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU JUST OUTSIDE YOUR MOM’S PLACE
YOU LAUGHED AND YOU FELT BAD AS WE SAT THERE RED FACED
I FELT LIKE A BITCH SO I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT
BUT I GUESS BREN WAS RIGHT BABE
CAUSE WHO’S LAUGHING NOOOOOOWWW