I kissed soft lips
under a yellow street light.
I kissed a beautiful soul by a freeway,
with the world whooshing away behind me.
She tasted like cigarettes and white chocolate.
She tasted like beautiful chaos and madness.
She tasted like happiness in its purest form.
– 9:58 ( WOULD THEY CATCH THE BAD GUY?
DO MOVIES MAKE YOU CRY?)