we've driven past and grown beyond the melancholy stage - all accustomed and ready for something grander, something more noteworthy.

but when you hear your own name being called out in the wilderness with tags attached to you like aunties with gucci handbags, you know something's not right. cause when i last heard my name - hey max. and the next i knew, i was lying on the floor. i felt faint. i was wasted.