I'm Adam; 17; Boston, MA, or, you know, that general area.
I like music, Juno, and mozzarella sticks.
That is all.
Message me if you inquire about my extremely eventful lifestyle, or whatever.
Here is my vinyl collection.
Tweets by @moon23a
Do you want to fall apart? I could, if you can try to fix what I've undone, cause I hate what I've become.
Dog Problems:
When I said, "I hate what I've become" I lied, I hated who I was
On Your Porch:
Now it's time to get out of the desert and into the sun, even if it's alone.
Take Your Time Coming Home:
See, I made it out, out from under the sun.
Some Nights:
Who the fuck wants to die alone, all dried up in the desert sun?
The First Single:
So let's cause a scene, clap our hands and stomp our feet or something,
Out on the Town:
Now I'm causing a scene thinking you need a reason to smile
Take Your Time Coming Home:
"We're through with causing a scene" I don't know what it means But I too, I'm through with causing a scene.
Threes:
And Becca you could come back to my clothes the only note I'll hold is the ones you fold
Dog Problems:
B is for believing you'd always be here for me E is for everything, even when we'd see it though C, C is for seeing through you, you are a fake, which brings me to.. A because, because, you always run away
Threes// A Good Time at Your Expense:
So could you please, could you please, could you please Grow out your hair?// I don't like your cowboy boots To me they don't tell the truth I feel like mine do, I'm from the Midwest
All The Pretty Girls:
But not you, you still wear boots and your hair is too long
Stars:
But most nights I stay straight And think about my mom, Oh God I miss her so much
Out On the Town:
Your name comes up a lot when I talk to my mom Oh, I think she can tell.
Some Nights:
Sorry to leave mom, I had to go
On Your Porch:
Well my dad was sick, and my mom she cared for him. Her love it nursed him back to life.
One Foot:
Lucky that my father's still alive He's been fighting all his life
The First Single:
I've been waiting all this time to be something I can't define
Benson Hedges:
But I've come to find, that I can't be defined
Swans:
No, We're not swans, nor are we as ugly as we think we are
Stars:
We are not shining stars, this I know, I never said we are
Dog Problems:
And I flew back to Phoenix to finish the year as it started
Why Am I the One:
And I'll move back down to this western town
Stars:
Some nights I rule the world, with bar lights and pretty girls.