“I’m going out sleepwalking. Where mute memories start talking. The boss that couldn’t help but hurt you. And the pretty thing he made desert you. I’m going out like a baby. A naive unsatisfiable baby. Grabbing onto whatever’s around. For the soaring high or the crushing down.
Hidden cracks that don’t show. But that constantly just grow. You beat it in me, that part of you. But I’m gonna split us back into. Tired living in a cloud. If you’re gonna say shit now, you’ll do it out loud.
It’s 2:45 in the morning. Waking up in an unknown place. Fade to black. Been pushed away and I’ll never come back.”
pinapple swimsuit by Missguided
shoes by Jeffrey Campbell
photos by Stephen La Marche