lyrics “don’t move. i’ve almost got your left eye.” kevin does as he’s told, watching rachel scribble and erase, scribble and erase. “are you almost done?” she focuses on the sheet of paper in front of her, “every time you move, you make it take longer.”
lyrics when his mother told him a month ago that they were moving to south carolina he was pissed off. beyond pissed off. “next year is senior year! are you kidding me?!” his mother’s tears killed his protest in an instant. he had never seen his mother cry before.