James Farrow.

I was staying at your parents' house, and the road not taken looks real good now. And it always leads to me in your hometown. So I parkеd my car right between the Methodist and thе school that used to be ours. The holidays linger like bad perfume. I know I can run, but only so far. You escaped it too, remember how I watched you leave.

Ceilings, plaster, can't you just make it move faster? Lovely to be sitting here with you. You're kinda cute but it's raining harder, my shoes are now full of water. Lovely to be rained on with you. It's kinda cute but it's so short.

Then you're driving me home and I don't wanna leave. But you have to go. You kiss me in your car, and it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before