February 2012
Your heart's a mess; you won't admit to it.
baby just ask once more,
cause i saw your door wide open.
but the floor is still freezing.
i was sick and i’m still quite unwell.
tell me ‘it’s you or nothing at all’.
cause i stole your soul.
you said i’d never be able,
but oh, the whole world is still on my string.
second time now and you’ve done this before.
drive around the back so i can’t...
“There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and...”
– Brian Andreas (via middlenameconfused)
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Active Child- Hanging On.
touch me and then...
