she sits in the corner with her head in her hands
nice tattoos that no-one understands
so many stories with no-one to hear
tips her head back and swigs from her beerhe stands by the entrance with no shoes on his feet
he puts up with the crowd but he hates the heat
he can't help but feel like they're all looking his way
he knew he didn't want to leave his house that daya/n: 50th part ayye