what the hell, sure

let me change your brain chemistry

You want your old body back. You thought they finally loved you right. You need to ace the interview. But the washed denim doesn’t hug your hips as nicely as it used to when you were a little younger and more demanding of your size than of the world, and your lover is a distant angel dressed in a Carhartt jacket or a finance bro vest, always one text an…