Not very angel like of you astx.
I hear you tell me lightly
you were quite a mess
But I worship you no less this way
Nights beneath the same old moon
I dream you tell the tragic truth
I love my pets more than you
sorry
I wanna know how it feels to be a beautiful girl these days
We took our trousers off, the socialists asleep
We talked and talked for hours, it was really deep
You’re a kind of angel, dancing by the table
I was doing fine then I met you
I don’t need a sign, what will be will be
Let’s go start a life somewhere in the weeds
I am usually able, but your effect is fatal
I was doing fine then I met you
You came here to harm me, I’m already hurting, so go for the kill
Does he know when you’re sad?
It’s so simple but… Ah :)
The neighbors said she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn’t think much of it then
But it’s starting to all make sense
Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor
To find my whoever, wherever she may be
Some songs make me wanna learn acoustic guitar
But I know, I have to hide something that can’t be forever
But I know
Because I’m ugly
I’m afraid
Shabby
I’m so afraid
You got your finger on the trigger
But your trigger finger’s mine
Last year, I needed change of pace
Couldn’t take the pace of change
Moving hastily
But this year, though I’m far from home
In Trench, I’m not alone
These faces facing me
They know…
They know…
What I mean
TW: Self-harm.
I’ll be God
I’ll be God
I’ll be God
I’ll be God, today
Hold my head under the bath and breathe away
Slit my wrists and watch that blood evaporate
Being this Godly can’t be good for Ana’s safety, Ana hear me
Some of my favourites
“And even though he’s got social skills that doesn’t mean I can’t pay the bills” - your new boyfriend by Wilbur soot
“And she said I’m really not that into guys” - 1980s horror film II by wallows
“you don’t like my clothes but you still like my smile” - Scrawny by wallows
There’s more but I can’t type with real words for much longer
And if I could give you the moon
I would give you the moon
Back in your room remain the words I wanna say to you
But couldn’t leave my mouth
Does it come as a surprise?
You’re the last of a dying breed, write our names in the wet concrete. I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me. I’m here in search of your glory, there’s been a million before me, that ultra kinda love you never walk away from, you’re just the last of the real ones!
So, it’s goodbye to all the best
Put your head on my pillow and give it a rest
'Cause you can’t run in circles at everyone else’s request