Seventeen,

Crouched down
(with elegant tobacco)
Ash is floating slowly
To hit the tarmac
Hit the ground

I feel so clean
Why don't I look it?
(Look at me.)

She's crazy.
Yeah
She's ugly-beautiful.

but,
Sweetie,
Should it matter
What style of music pulls us closer?
I love you darling.

Just because

These

Meaningless kisses

mean everything.