like it's kingdom come.

i guess this is to everything old.

   to every last kiss and every last moment and every part of your old life that you have to let go. to every girl that's just trying to grow and live and breathe for just a fucking second longer than the last. you were breathing when it happened and now it's old and this is to every last thing you're scraping out the back of your mind because it's dragging you down.

   it's makes you breathe too heavy like a new england summer and it weighs you down like too many too much and all at once. it's everything that needs to be dropped off and let down to rest because you only have one set of bones to fit this skin.

   to every last sweet thing that fell off his lips and every sharp glance that fell between the moments. to everything old and outdated like nothings in your ears because too little too much and too late run all the same these days. to every one and the next and right the fuck now.

better run.