sometimes when i’m really tired after a night shift and im listening to apartment by young the giant i’ll remember how it feels to act like you’re invincible. how spending your last $30 on dumb shit didn’t matter because you worked tomorrow and you’d make $400 anyway. flirting with boys at work to distract yourself from being in love with a certain toxic ex, the one you’d drop anything for if he called, even if you knew he just wanted to have sex with you. it didn’t matter because life was unserious and his touch had to of counted for something right? (wrong btw) you’d clean the house with your best friend just to mess it up again later that night, dominos in one hand and a bottle of barefoot in the other. you and the girls tuckered yourselves out talking about bad boyfriends and devising a plan to call off tomorrow, snuggled in the same bed.
you’ll never go back there, and for the most part you don’t want to, but when a certain song comes on shuffle it comes flooding back to you. and you’re forever grateful.
