You put your phone in your back pocket and walk to school first period is
algebra. You doodle on your worksheet as your teacher Bob writes along,
suddenly there is a buzz on your phone, your heart fluttering you check
your phone, question mark, a single tax from Jackie reads, you scroll up
and see a text set by a trained mind in all her loose arms and days fancy
open to a choice and your eyes glow grow wide as you read your text and
must have but dial well in your back pocket. Sorry, but the textbook
jockey leaves your read. You take a deep sigh and put your head down on
your desk, go to second period literature.
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible
Just go home. You're feeling terrible