and i was a boy from school

after dropping glenda home (i apologise for the reckless driving at the start), i wound down my windows and shouted cold war kids' hang me up to dry at the top of my lungs, inviting stares from countless moterbikers, all the way to the end of punggol and back. i want to soak in my jacuzzi now, on my rooftop. sip some moët or some other pretentious drink, and then just slink back into the scalding hot water.

go back to doing your own shit, friend. kthxbye.