Drunk Lazy Alley Cat
The name's Caroline
I'm a 25 year old ghoul who lives in
(In case you don't know where that is...
do yourself a favor and google it)
BA in Visual Arts.
Into arts, photography, fashion, tattoos and art history.
I almost forgot.
Feel free to ask anything...
I'm not that mean (all the time)
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted
And even though your friends tell me you’re doing fine
I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
'Cause I'm not fine at all
The pictures that you sent me they’re still living in my phone
I’ll admit I like to see them, I’ll admit I feel alone
And all my friends keep asking why I’m not around
It hurts to know you’re happy, yeah, it hurts that you’ve moved on
It’s hard to hear your name when I haven’t seen you in so long
It’s like we never happened, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?