Go tits
I could be talking about anything. Sometimes they’re just annoying guys with flappy lips. Always making noise but saying nothing. Just flapping in the breeze. Usually they’re wearing ties to casual occasions to be “ironic.” I just wish I was as cool as them. Panting on the scene. So skinny. I just want them to love me with their no ties haircuts. “I just let the universe shape it for me,” they say. God, I wanna be in the crowd. “Yeah, my jacket is pure crow. Wanna touch my fuzzy ball golf socks. Fuck no, I hate golf, that’s just something my dad plays.” Let me in.