I keep a lot of secrets to myself. My parents think I'm honest, not like everyone else. Like they could catch me in a lie, they say, they're able to tell. But I'm partying with my friends at some rand
1000 PM, LAX, black sweats, everybody's going. Somewhere no way of knowing, outside everyone's smoking. I *** my coffee at 1100. People watching's an obsession. And I watch the man who's in a rush. Th
I'm being stuck up in the muck leaning on a lot of luck. Getting in my head again. And now I'm being rude to my mom. What the hell is going on. I'm saying things that I'm gonna regret. And now I'm bei