stop saying damon is shit ffs
Here comes that panic attack
My heart stops
And then it starts
Give me a drink
I’ll drink your round
I remember thinking murder in the car
Watching dogs somersault through sprinklers on tiny lawns
I remember the graffiti
We’re your children coming in with spray cans of paint
I remember the sunsets and the plains of cement
And the way the night just seemed to turn the colour of orangeade
