Smoke cigarettes and forget I existed.
Get tattoos so the pain can fix it.
Say no words so no one can twist it.
Pretend you’re here so I can kiss it.
This marks my last week as a San Francisco resident. I’ve been really lucky to live here for the past eight years. I’m looking forward to my adventures in Australia but this city will always have my heart.
— Esther Porter AKA Mom
New Tracks dropping soon.