How are things on the West Coast? I hear you're moving real fine tonight. You wear those shoes like a dove. Now strut those shoes, we'll go roaming in the night. You keep it moving to your soul's delight.
Well, how are things on the West Coast? Yeah, but you're an actress and I don't identify. And I don't wanna play the part, and I don't want a taste of victory. No I don't want to read your thoughts anymore.
Cause I've got a chance for a sweet sane life, and I've got a dance, and you'll do just fine. Well, I've got a plan, look forward in my eyes.
But today, my heat swings.
meow crop top by This is a Love Song
red bottoms by UNIF
black frames by Zero UV
photos by Ward Robinson
words by interpol