"This is no place to try and live my life" -RK

My eyes are closed. My shirt smells of cigarette smoke. My glasses are sliding too far down my nose. My fingers are buried in the short length of my hair and my palms rest on my forehead. I can still taste that grape Kool-Aid and the cool breeze from the air conditioner is tickling the back of my neck. Beneath the comforting sound of the new acoustic Relient K song, I hear it hum. Right now, I want nothing more than to trace the lines of your hands with my fingertips.