+.'lone femme wanders o'er the sand, sweet vocals escaping unpainted lips in song. thumbs hook through belt loops o' denim floods, white flip-flops collecting and throwing sand with each step.+
do you do you like dreaming of things
so impossible or only the practical
and ever the wild
or waiting through all your bad bad days
just to spend them with someone you care about.
do you like making out, long drives, brown eyes,
and guys that just don't quite fit in.
yeah, do you like them?
so yes, I'll see you there...
