in my abode now.

Guitars make me smile while the sound of this song reminds me of your beautiful self.
I can still taste you on my breath and feel you on my teeth,
Don't worry about tomorrow and don't ask me about today.
My comas make no sense and my hair is a complete mess.
Inconsiderate assholes: most of the world around me these days.
That's sad, cus I wish of Peace and Love and Futures for all.
I wish that we could all dance together, no matter our color.
Everyone.
This is a weird one.