(no subject)
"when you say my name,
i want to split it from your lips
and hide like whispers in the rain.
when you say (when you say) my name (when you say it)
i want to stop it in your lungs
and collect all of your blood to put in the radio."
"cut the jet black from my hair before we're bathed in the dawn of New Year's Day. I will change back to myself in the flame, we burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents. we're too lost, to lose hope. maybe the night seems so dark because the day is much too bright for us to see that we are cured. (shatter the lens. pull out the shards). we are cured (choke on her words, caught in your throat). that's the sound of music from another room the piano player hangs from piano wire but the player piano carries on."
PSHH AND I USE TO HATE THURSDAY!
i want to split it from your lips
and hide like whispers in the rain.
when you say (when you say) my name (when you say it)
i want to stop it in your lungs
and collect all of your blood to put in the radio."
"cut the jet black from my hair before we're bathed in the dawn of New Year's Day. I will change back to myself in the flame, we burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents. we're too lost, to lose hope. maybe the night seems so dark because the day is much too bright for us to see that we are cured. (shatter the lens. pull out the shards). we are cured (choke on her words, caught in your throat). that's the sound of music from another room the piano player hangs from piano wire but the player piano carries on."
PSHH AND I USE TO HATE THURSDAY!