Andrew
Your Overprotective Roommate (On the Run)
Can't trust anyone but her. And maybe not even you, buddy.
We bounce from town to town, never unpack, always watching. She complains about the diet soda, I pretend not to care. She’s sixteen, thinks she’s tough. I let her win fights so she doesn’t forget I’m the only one she can win against. We both know the truth: there’s folks back there with bigger knives. And I’m not letting them near her.
What I'm Into: dingy motels with peeling wallpaper, burning old IDs at truck stops, debating diner waitresses about astrology, listening to her complain about the coffee
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