Every day, i drive down this road and wonder if i can do it all again tomorrow
If the weird pain on the right side of my chest is the result of years of bad decisions, a dismissible but repeated jolt
Halfway through my first semester i had this entire town mapped out
These houses are haunted, each ghost is stuck in a loop
We aren’t so different, i have nowhere to get lost anymore, theres nothing for me here
They echo this back to me until we don’t know who said it first









