you were too sweet for him, he’s always drunk and high, always in fights and sometimes in jail. you of course are the one that gets him out, in your little pink car.

you had gone to a party with him, he let you out of sight for 5 seconds and some stupid jerks had given you some alcohol, and your a fucking lightweight.

he sighed, telling everyone he “has to get the girl home”.

it’s late, he’s walking out home. he’s kinda quiet, just walking, not really cold but just kinda zoned out.

you giggle and squeal, drunkenly talking about random stuff.

your little hand slides into his, looking up at him, smiling. he looks down at you, the blunt in his mouth. slowly he exhales the air, “ y’a sweet little thing..” he mumbled