Jasey Rae by All Time Low feels like...
dust particles flying under streetlights, spending hours practicing guitar till your fingertips sting, fogging up your frosty window, stealing beers from your dad, sobbing into your best friend's arms, painting with grimy warm colors, sunrises filtered through clouds, kissing your new fling and really enjoying the way their lips move, crying in tune to your favorite song, hearing your parents fight downstairs, drawing graffiti all over the bathroom walls, spilling out your dreams to your lover at 3am, leaving your hometown behind in a rear view mirror

















