muted

sewer

you head into the office on a sunday afternoon to catch up on the work you missed thursday and friday. you were out those two days because you thought you would have at least one interview in massachusetts but, of course, that didn't pan out.

you get your work done in 90 minutes and head back to the apartment. the weather is beautiful so your windows are down while your stereo is blasting. the people strolling through hempstead must wonder what the insane racket coming from your car is all about. dan deacon, yo. dan deacon.

you start to think about her and how fast things fell apart. it amazes you that she doesn't care anywhere close to as much as you thought she would. it makes no sense at all. you wanna shake her and scream "what the fuck is wrong with you?!" and then...

you see her car coming towards you.

just like that, she's behind you.

if only it could be that easy.

[picture taken by frankie]