i'm still bad at parallel parking stopped drinking coffee black cause there's already a little drummer in my chest i have eighteen plants two taller than me and i still look best in the mornings sometimes not wearing a thing i've figured out how to say what i feel to cry when someone's not listening that i can make people dream bigger just by being honest if i'm being honest i don't think of you much anymore and i hope you're doing ok but now i know that people come and go with the seasons but how they made you feel is there to stay
