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)