was a killer, was a damn good time. I met a pretty boy and I wanted to make him mine. So I took him for a walk and damn that boy could talk. We talked about all the pretty things, and all the shitty things, and all the little things that fall between.
And oh, pretty boy, I know that I just met you, but I might just dare to say that I love you. And oh, sweet perfection, won’t you hear my one confession? I’ve been lost, but dear I’m found.
