M. Ward has been with me for as long as I can remember.
He's best consumed on the nights where you weren't feeling the bar
but ended up there anyway.
Then you wanted to leave early,
but all your friends werent finished hitting on the girls they clearly wouldnt get.
So you walk home alone.
The bar isnt far away,
but you walk slowly.
Slow enough to let an album play till its end.
Slow enough to realize that walking home alone was the best decision you could have made.
M. Ward is saved for the feeling you get when you wrestle your pocket for your house keys outside your door.
Feel Flows~
-Honey Thief
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