miércoles, 10 de enero de 2018

it's clear here in the city
i can't hear a soul
i miss everything i touch

keep your sobbing quiet
you don't want to wake the devil up
stealing the pride in front of my eyes

fuck your stinky cigarrette and fuck my life after this
every favourite place is where you are
you are from somewhere in the sun
drenched in fever
i leave all the sad songs in here cause i want all the happy ones for my love

thank god bones get broken 
cause it would be so boring to be indistructible

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