i overslept. alarm went off, didn’t even hear it. we were still on facetime, and you were still there, half-asleep, telling me to hang up first. guess staying up with you was worth being late anyway.
untouched by rules, unbothered by clocks. a prince in borrowed hours, sipping drink that tastes like forevers I’ve already claimed. tonight the city is my mirror and i look devastating in it.
late night lanes, me and my bro turning the bowling alley into our own private runway. camo dripping, bombers popping, peace signs up like we already won.