Sometimes I wonder if I’m that person you write about.
I just want a rocker guy that lets me go to his concerts, wear his band shirts, smoke cigarettes while we’re listening to records, lets me clutch on to him when speeding down the highway on his bike, drink a bottle Jack while we’re talking about fucking life, hold hands while walking down the street in our leather jackets & Ray-Bans.
Whatthefuck. I have earned this shit by now where is my cute rocker boyfriend?!