oddballsdontbounce:

i don’t know,
man, she get so
quiet and i can feel the
paint shiver off the walls,
but she not even all that
special, you know? just
eyes eyes eyes hair teeth
and all that quiet, doesn’t she
know who i
am, how many girls with more
breast and laughter i could
harness to this gap in
my teeth, i mean who really
cares that when it’s
novembertime outside she
leans up against the window,
fogs the glass up with her mouth
and leaves a map of the whole
world.