Put some respect on my time boy I'll make you regret this

YOU LOVE BUT YOUR DEMONS ARE BECOMING PART OF YOURSELF

I’m sorry I didn’t make it to your Twitter feed // I’m the entire venue not the chandelier

IN THE BACKSEAT WHERE FOR A SECOND I FEEL ALIVE, ONLY HIT ME UP WHEN THE OTHERS “CAN’T TONIGHT”

READ A LINE WITH MY NOSE MAYBE 2 I OPENED MY EYES & GOD IT FELT LIKE YOU

You sound so good gasping for air.

You want me to trust you, but I’ve made my conclusions beforehand

Your suspicions were right, I’m not doing so fine.

I’m codependent so you matter the most.

continuing is barehands on our new stove