Driving home at eleven, I think Back to those late night car rides When we would laugh and Listen to music we didn’t know. Or at least music I didn’t know. But you could sing a flat bit And tell me about the record, You took a sip of coke at a red light. Turn back around at that intersection Turn the music up and come for me Even if it’s Portuguese David Bowie, Come back, I miss...
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of...– Rosemarie Urquico (In response to Charles Warnke’s You Should Date an Illiterate Girl)