Story Booth Fall 21, Winter 22, number 61
lay me down
put me out
call me home
let me know
im ready to go
i was down
now i fly
oh, what's realityl
lately?
remember dreams seemed far away?
was pinching pennies
like lane and hardaway
now my beats make fees for
holidays in Greece
and i don't mean
john travolta.
fuck this sht;
fuck this stupid studying oh my god (typed 180 degrees from first paragraph)