It reminds me of the long, weary nights - the ones where you might have just consumed a self-invented Milo/red cordial pick-me-up shake and you are driven out of your fuckin wits for this one kid. And you just shrug it off, and let yourself fall into an uneasy sleep.
Things are okay, but hell, you're addicted, and you're confused.
It reminds me of the long, weary nights - the ones where you might have just consumed a self-invented Milo/red cordial pick-me-up shake and you are driven out of your fuckin wits for this one kid. And you just shrug it off, and let yourself fall into an uneasy sleep.
Things are okay, but hell, you're addicted, and you're confused.