i wanna smoke a pack in my room while lying on my bed with nothing but shorts and a tank top on; the summer air blowing through my windows.  beach house pouring out of my speakers, and nothing on the walls but these pictures i’ve made my life.  only this heart of mine full of worn down shoes and hands that clap and kick just when i run out of words.  nothing but you’s and me’s and all the seconds in between. we’ve got the tools honey, now lets make this work.