My brown eyes wait to weigh us down.

@1 month ago

It’s just like me to burn alive
I would never let you know
But I’ve run pens dry for you
Words into pages
Pages into hours

@3 months ago

Oh to be that distant thought
Some growing mean in your mind

@3 months ago
@3 months ago

What good is west coast weather, if you’re bipolar?

@4 months ago with 1 note

Sinking into the ocean

@2 months ago

I am a fire

and I must burn today

@3 months ago


@3 months ago

We got three days to feel each other, we got three days to sing this song

@3 months ago

I don’t have to sell my soul
He’s already in me

@5 months ago with 1 note