There’s a picture on my dash of the boy I like(d?) and his ex girlfriend that is nsfw and I don’t know how I feel about that
Flying Model Rockets by the Front Bottoms
from the Rose EP (2014)
Flying model rockets own the sky
in the backyard next to mine.
I get these strange phone calls at night
with no one on the other side.
My brother’s friend explains to me
with breathless words and bloody knees:
It’s a black-eyed trust, respect with pain;
a love I’ll learn when I’ve been through the same.
(Source: post-twee, via the-front-butts)